**"And his name was Jack"**
No one perceives what abides above the clouds.
A giant, a harp, maybe golden eggs.
I demand to see and feel, before I believe.
A castle, a dream…. I want the magic beans!!!
~~~
I'm the daughter of a farmer.
I have a donkey to ride, a story to tell.
“Jack and the Beanstalk”; my favorite tale.
Once upon, a morbid dawn.
I inhale a tiny simple yawn~ I levitate like the sun.
I head out the door, towards the markets shore.
I grabbed my ass to stroll along the open path.
My shoes aim out to the nearest creek.
My ass and I desired a drink.
There I saw an old Englishman, sitting on a log.
It looked as if time was approaching his brink.
In his hand, he had a sack.
A bag, a bag, embroil of ivory and black.
His eyes were not from this ground.
His body fragile, he uttered a moaning sound.
He was of dirt.
I was pure.
He pledged his life to me.
I debated.... with many thoughts,
Although his eyes...
My eyes... Will never meet again.
I want what is in the bag!
He said, "I'll give you anything for that ass.
My legs and bones can’t hold up on their own, no more!”
I knelt down to where he sat.
Smelling his essence of rot.
I reached forward and grabbed his only baggage.
He said, "This bag is all I got!"
I answered, "And this sir is a fine ass."
He replied, "I have no cash."
Scowling at him, “No I want your demon seeds!"
How my blood grew thin...
Inhaling and exhaling out his sin...
The old man all shriveled and timeworn,
Propose the birthright of the seeds.
Yes, plant them! Plant them...
I cried excitedly!
He pats the field.
Said there I am done.
Now clock as it expands.
To breed this story short...
He dispense his seeds.
AND, I GAVE HIM MY ASS.
Lol... BY;PD (for seed contest)

Our first awareness
falling through time
through blood-rain, pure white snow, green vegetation
down into deep earth
warm sunshine
cool wind
soaking rain
Energy flowing-up through our pod
each day we grew bigger
snug together with brothers and sisters
bursting our little cozy shell
then one day
a father and daughter
plucked us from the vine
stripped – we lay bare upon a tray
disorientated and tender but alive
a life force deep inside us
our skin soft but hardening
then sleep . . . waiting for the one
Daddy!! Come see the beans
They changed colors
I see brown ones with white specks
Yellow with black dots
Orange with blue stripes
But wait . . . there are three larger beans that seem to glow and vibrate
one is blood-red
another . . . brilliant white
the last . . . forest green
What does this mean daddy?
Is it evil?
No my sweet darling
These are special beans
Descended from an ancient garden long ago . . .
no longer of this world
It was a place of love and light
No death but a deep communion between mother earth and us
The three beans are: Peace, Purity, Prosperity
These beans will feed a starving world
Bring healing to the hurting
Laughter to the downtrodden
Hope to the desolate
Love to the unloved
Life to the dead
These beans hold deep magic
How do they work Daddy?
a worthy woman is chosen
who is humble of heart
strong in spirit
wise in love
Who is this lady?
the magic beans choose
they only appear to the one female
you, my darling . . . you are the one
Me? I am only a girl
I have none of these things . . .
the beans see deep within a soul
they never lie
they have chosen you
together you will change the world!
Daddy, I am scared . . .
I am shaking
I am not worthy
breathe deeply, close your eyes
put the beans in your mouth
Daddy, I taste sweetness
Molasses, ginger, caramel . . . now chocolate
I see visions upon the wind
Blood, wars, rage, yelling . . . unbearable things
yes, darling the evil is strong here
let the blood from the red bean flow
let it mingle with your love
it will defeat this evil and bring
healing and forgiveness . . . peace
The white bean is singing with my voice – Daddy!
Sweet is her song
I see merriment, laugher, dancing . . .
People hugging and holding hands
My tears are falling
Filling rivers with waters of light, love and purity
Joy reverberates from mountains peaks
From my open lips runs rich green sap
Deep does the earth drink
Big drafts of life and love
I see fields flowing with
Cream, honey, and wine
Trees waving to the sun
The earth is rejoicing
I see beans being planted
In a garden
A man and a little girl
yes, my Little One, soar now
fill the world with your love
fill the wind with your song
love generously
Such is the magic of these colored beans
David Meade
1/26/2015
Love Generously

*The feline Texan way*
A fresh coat of paint,” on my nails
Red shade of lips," on my smile
Solid oak charms,” on my wrist
Country music,” in my heart
Flattering eyes,” a rustic, shell.
Join me, won’t you?
In this "Country Girls Tale"
~~
Every day I approach the morning dawn,
I follow the landscape towards the new Texas sun.
Surround by yellow roses and cactus galore.
I brand my name everywhere I go,
I allow you near the limits of my Wild West soul.
I keep it above the snake level everywhere I roll.
Got my head up like a cowgirl,
I slick my hands down my black leather chaps.
I tilt my bullhide hat leaving behind the sweetest Texas Trail.
I rode through many Texas midnight storm.
It took more than raindrops to knock me from my- “2-Steppin’ world.”
A windy ride, bruises under the hide taking it in like- “A Real Cowgirl!”
I got a tight grip on my saddle, holding on to a brighter morrow.
Enjoying the voices and the sound.
Tex-Mex lingo, round and round.
Ropers and Wranglers, is how I dress.
I got it all covered, except for the top of my chest.
Living’ it up^, down here in the south.
Erin’ the lungs, shooting up the fun
Long necks’ and kissing under a rodeo’ moon.
Honky-Tonkers’, tattooing the mocking bird.
Down here:
You will find me sitting on the Country ground,
Peacefully staring into the eyes of the "Alamo Stars."
Flowing with the art found in the flag I hold.
I am The Wild!
I am The West!
“— A little crazy, but civilized!”
Enjoying the morning breeze,
Where the dew sits on the tip of Mother Nature’s tongue.
There and only there you will find me,
Under the brightest Texas Star.
by; PD

“Stardust Road”
"Soft defense driven through my thoughts,
I vanish away into yesterday’s scenic road,
Set the mood among the dark clouds,
Wish I could go back to the night, of fourteen and cold.
Tell myself not to look up and cover myself with the world.
Sorry I could not stay,
One too many excuses & lies,
To where they never fixed themselves;
I could not handle the air,
I had to breathe right the cold nights that followed.
I stood as one in love, under the starry sky…
Young and alone, I left the never-ending vindictive feeling.
The dust slept every reason inside my soul.
I travel the world, snoozing with the magic of the sand.
Stars that echo and drop twinkles to my walking toes.
The horizon was my blanket and shield…
Where the light and night I wore,
Accelerating, escaping… no more justification!
"Oceans of excuses sailed through my soul,
Heartbroken, but in love with defiance toward the stardust novelty.
With a sigh!
I hesitate not to look back,
Somewhere the ages turn to rust:
Old and grey, all alone,
The leaves I stepped on then are trample and gone.
One day I shall return for the proper goodbye.
For now, I must travel down this lonely road silently.
Slowly my heart will heal itself, nurturing the frozen sleet away.
Releasing the 14-year old girl at last,
In body and in mind and soul,
Confronting her with an, I BELONG HELLO!”
By;PD

I wish to claim
My boyness
My yesterday sillyness
Innocent shyness
My crinkled nose grininess
That hide and seekiness
Spin the bottle
kind of geekiness
Getting caught
My hand in the cookie jarness
That pushing too farness
Collecting comic charminess
Pulling pigtales
Stolen kisses
Hidden playboy kinda business
Cop a feel inquisitiveness
Being a bit
Self conscience
A true life witness
Loving the mysterious
Laughing more than being serious
Feeling delirious
Not afraid
Somewhat curious
Wondering
About adultness
What it was all aboutness
Thinking that it lead to freeness
I'd know just how to be ness
Eating what I want
Staying up late kinda keeness
Now I wonder
What was the rushness
To reach adultness
Full of it's doubtiness
What's it all aboutness
I witness it's dreamlessness
It's no longer about me-ness
More mundane
To much sane-ness
Routine and sameness
No one cares if you cameness
Less is less
And more is moreness
Can't see the trees
Through the dark forest
So grab onto your girliness
I'll bring my boyness
There will be more
Way more
Yesirey
Hotdigity
Joyousness
No more boringness
We'll spin in circles
Enjoy our dizziness
After all
Having fun
Is a serious business!

"The Dream Manipulator"
Wishing upon the stars I see.
Magical moments and sugary surrenders.
Embrace the twinkle notes.
My lids slip into an everlasting feel~ In trance, my dreams belong to me...
Candle wax spills so sweet.
Bejeweled with bloodshot posies.
Aroma occupies the scenery.
A tune seductive and real~ In trance, I walk into my dream…
In the country of warm fairy lights.
I glisten and listen to the echoes.
Overheated, love and hate alike.
Fog leaks under the new sky~ In trance, I’m far from reality...
I captivate all the calmness.
My gender followed by those.
Giving life to an ordinary page.
Faint away to your beating pulse~ In trance, I’m obsessed by my dream...
Savoring the precious forecast.
The furnace keeps me warm.
Motions moving from this curse.
Sun-dance, away from the rain~ In trance, I yelp in my dream...
Suave lids reeling in the glow.
A soft memory fades the feelings of yesterday.
The day swings in a new journey.
Today “DESIRE” is my choice of food~ In trance, I stay in my dream...
by;PD

Featuring: SCRAP METAL
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Fresh sand garments
The Mental Colosseum floor
Self infliction's--waging wars
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~ AND THE POEM BEGINS ~
A mask, tiny holes
Breathing heavily
Dancing around my toes
Broad carbon steel
Safe behind my will
Equipment of revenge
Fencing the world with my eyes
I bow, with the morning dew,
My mind a dual in its own world.
When the curtains lift,
I prepare myself with a weapon--
Epee Crest to protect my chest
A sword sharper than fangs
I circle my blade around the door knob
Ready to face the world
Practicing --in hopes today I won't retreat
“Fencers ready!"
ATTACK!
A magical knightress
Painted in white
"Let's dance!"
~ THE SHOW BEGINS ~
Queen Amri "VS" The Damsel
Wishing it was over
Stainless steel echoes
“Every poke counts”
Hoping & Taking
No room to disengage ---I retreat
Peacefully I secure my stance
On Guard!
I lean in, I disengage ---I flee
Back again, I lunge
The Queen is to smart to retreat
I -Amri, parry away from the argument of the lunge.
Recoil & Double tapped
In and out….. I'm struck
Boldness---
Back to the drawing board
On guard, I stand like a statue
Out of breath; feels like i’m dying
Yet I am still fighting.
The Queen knows what to do.
TODAY~
I Yield, She Wins!
Raising our foils
---At the on guard of another day
I move in swiftly, cutting like razor blades
Using refreshed energy
24 / 7
I attack, She provokes!
Sand runs its course
Victorious against the queen
Touch – tied – triumph -- Touché
Standing on my own 2 feet
I am the
-Grand Finale Show-
Conquering The Battles Inside
TODAY~
-I WIN!-
by;PD

AWAKE ~ IN and OUT ~
Spring arising, before morning light,
I walk under the new epic sun
The aroma of yesterday, gone
Today's the day that will follow tomorrow
I quickly walk a certain walk
Unique is all I can display
Watery eyes staying in the past
While vehicles pass this new generation
Crosses lacking new faith
I stay awake and mend with my fate
Foggy toys, I want to play
I can't keep up with all your kicks
I look, I stare, at the walls
Bright and early, I step on my own dolls
I stay and feel, the way you taught me
Lifeless, and still so full of energy
Mad words, unconscious forces
My sweet needs, now reside inside of you
Mad, sad, and outside the box
You close every door, and keep me away from the root
You only allow me to feel your morning light
Why can't you let me see what's behind the shadows?
Why do you turn on all the lights?
I'm here the way you want me to be
Happy, and merry, for the world to see
This blindness will continue to spot
Unless you wake up first and remove the dot
You gave me the thirst, you once knew
So filthy, so full of ****,
Under these closed freaking door
I'm exposed like the midday sun
You bang my head on the wall,
You killed me in a way that made me feel!
I only answer to your call
In and out a hoop~ like a ball
In me you can not find any real dreams!
Inside me you filled me with a raging scream
Sssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
I'm in wonder around your air castle
Strange and hung on your mantle
Stepping on a one footed slave
Alert, alert are we!!!
I shake, we kiss, I wake,
You sleep...........................
I zip, all things into one zipper.
Pounding my hands up against my ears
Crazy, taking a jab upon all jabs
Crazy, you say~ that's me everyday
I'm up and I caress the photo we once had
I lay only staring at you once more
I awake before I sleep
Your promises I keep
In me~ you are also in the deep
My stars change everyday
Waiting for you, to pull the trigger
Still wishing me to be a sun digger
You can't touch or loosen the knots
Together we will day dream our way to the top
I make your nerve system come alive, wide awake
We run into the wind and listen
Quietly in our chamber of thoughts
Near and far, we both nod off
In this daily race, with no face
No space,
I caught myself awake,
The day I fell asleep for you.
by;PD

Along the mountain pine valley did the Iron Horse roar,
A steam belching black demon, burning red hot coals
Within it's steel belly.
Speed's hell bound creation, driven by greed's insatiable hunger,
Faster, faster it moves at acceleration rush, to
Achieve manifest destiny's final arrival on time.
In the distance hear another lone whistle blow, spitting,
And spewing with brimstone's gray smoke.
This indeed is the devil's train, carrying the forsaken,
To the depot of no return.
With a half empty payload aboard, Satan makes a deadly
Judgment call, stoke up those engines boys, ramming
Speed if you please.
Made man beasts are these mechanical monsters
Of destructions, lethal death weapons, chained
Down to the steel rails, and iron pikes.
Ebony stallion's racing against the winds,
As redden sparks sizzle and bite at the crisp autumn
Air, bellowing fumes poisoning the night.
The engineer of the 10; 15 out of Tombstone,
Checked his pocket watch, speaking impatiently,
He did so yell out, come along fellow's, we have a
Schedule to keep, and we've hours behind in our dead line,
So let’s pick up the pace.
Now the devil's train came out of know where,
With hell's supernatural master at the wheel,
Heckling, and laughing, relishing in the carnage’s
Utter calamity to come.
On a lone chewed up mangled piece of track,
Lies wreckages debris blood, flesh and twisted metal,
Lain stewned for miles beside the wild wilderness.
Broken bones, and sheared off limbs, weeping mother's
Cradling limp, lifeless bodies, crying why, God almighty
Why?
But the lord and heavenly father, had nothing to do,
With this unnatural disaster, nay the devil had many
Empty spaces to fill, and his passengers list was lean.
So he leveled the crimson ground with his dark gavel,
Taking souls at high velocities supernatural speed,
For this is the devil's ghost train, and it is so
Hell bound.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN

Dead men tell no tails, or so the winds of
Destiny’s say.
On judgment hill from on high,
Voices do echo downwards, as the
Noose does sway, back and forth, on the
Hangman's tree.
These gallows, of oaken branches, act as tethers,
Shackles, holding the forsaken, souls prisoner.
Ghost phantoms cling, to it's rotten limbs,
That break beneath times endless rampage.
Regrets fallen horsemen, of the old west,
Stand guard, sentinels on horse back,
Wearing a tarnished tin star.
God's law keepers, are branded, sworn,
By their honor, to protect even after death,
The gates of heaven, from this spawn of hell.
Beware evil desperadoes, no mercy will
This the lord's posses show unto you,
For these riders bare a different mark.
A silver cross of justice, given by
The Almighty’s hand himself.
Say thy prayers, all lawless men,
For on this day, does the rope tighten,
Around your neck, there is no reprieve,
No salvation for evils deceit.
Hell bound are thou, the devils breed.
But beware, there is no escape,
From this grave site.
At dawns first light, as it spreads
Across the western horizon.
Know that yee, are one of many spirits
Doomed, to be weaved within the
Tangled limbs, called the hang
Mans tree.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN

Let us ride
into a sunset's silhouette
to the far side of the land
which leads to an autumn lake
where white plumed swans pirouette
Lets hold hands in golden fields
Run through pleasant hay scent breeze
which blows gently,suddenly
brushing slightly across our cheeks
On a blanket we would lay
by the graceful willow tree
'Neath its boughs our dreams come true
Trapped emotions be set free
As the tangerine moonglow
casts the softness of its light
from the dusky blueblack sky
I walk to the hidden old chateau
with my alluring beau
He would seal my waiting lips
with the moistness of his kiss
I would let him brush my hair
with his fingers'tender care
And as I wrap within his arms
with still tears upon my face
He would harvest what he sowed
My pure heart in deep embrace

I did not mean to snatch your heart
Like with the claw of a vorocious bird of pray
You fell into my unset trap
Speared yourself upon my harpoon
Which had only been hanging on the wall
You threw yourself into my way
stole my arrows and brandishing them with cupids blood
Punctured your heart without a thought
Other than the whisper of my name
You claim that I'm a siren
I've led you to your death
But it was the birds i sang to
Your name did not leave my unforgiving lips
With swollen eyes from crying
Filled with swirling colors of obsession
You beg to me and plead with me
Blaming me and cursing me
Claiming that i drug you here
Forgetting it was you who snuck in through my balcony
To watch me in the fountains
And listen to my voice
To see how the animals follow me
And witness how the moon becomes my robes
And the stars become my eyes
How the setting sun remains all night
Within the silk of my hair
how roses color my cheeks
In the darkness of the cold
And the world surrounds me
And the beauty of the light i behold
Where in this story did i bewitch you
Where did i make you call my name
Did i once respond or invite you to play a game
you claim i did this to you
When you only did it to yourself
did you enjoy your gaze upon the child of Cerynian
Did you think I'd become your obediant wife
When did i claim i loved you
How quickly you think of these blasphemous lies
Your not in love you simpleminded mortal
Your infatuated and in lust and your lust is a lie

Do come, my love, for I insist!
Within the darkest crevices of time, we fight, we cry, I die
As vision gives us knowledge, we descend farther into the grime
Curiouser and curiouser, we fall in dark crevices of time
Molded by imagination’s ink, the tentacles stretch outward
Singed from top to bottom, see the glorious coals sparkle
Yes, even before their completion into diamonds never comparable,
It is the very time in between the transformation that enchants the very soul
For in this time, I see the very worst of you,
How it shines without shame, aching to be tempered,
Crushing to prevail over its creators,
The tentacles squirming in hollow defense,
Ink spreading in the dark blue waters of deepest sorrow and agony
How your beak ever pecks upon its prey,
Dashingly exquisite, its sharpness—petulant in its purpose
And I say to you, as you destroy—come, for I shall not back away
When the weapons you hold fall upon my budding flesh
Growing despite the damages you have made
Come, my love, come!
See how my wounds have me, exalt me, trust me…
Into a reality I deeply fall, forcing you upon your knees
For how I know, through your destructing ways,
That together I will always make us be
Come, my love, for I die,
Heavy in the ecstasy of grief,
See how the fairy trees dance upon woes and lift hearts like plucked flowers
How demons with tempting eyes move as squealing moths crawl toward our fires
Wishing the burn of the coals, yet never touching such change
How the light floods through and through, to every dark corner and fissure
Licking the bonding surfaces with perfumed oils crackling
The black tentacles scatter outwards, forming a wall around the growing blaze
My eyes close—from those very eyes you came
Descending to ascend, my love you crave
Trusting the time I have tamed in last feat,
You rise into the everlasting restoration of our name

Poet Destroyer - Parades and Carnivals
Soft feathers gather up with color
On the wind to play as friends
They come floating first above the boulevard
Kind thoughts there elevate, somewhere between the innocence
Trumpets, drums and violins come thumping on the street
Poet Destroyer is there to keep the peace
Hiding in disguise as Linda
She jumps up one thousand feet and lands
Right in the heart of Poetry Soup with marching bands
Flutes come alive while she eats fire
Catching knives between her teeth, and bullets just for fun
While petting hungry tigers, yawning all the while
Parades fill in the rest of life with yellows reds and peach designs
When PD comes marching down the streets all smiles
She wakes up, takes on greater feats
Casting royal colors in purples, gold and lavenders
Announcing the start of carnival
Trusted, serene, sweet dreams and memories
She speaks of dragons flying by her side in times gone by
But today, arise!... carnivals, parades, and dancing happy feet
Bad memories sink out of sight
Diabolical forces, hard matters, enemies of play
Will have to gravitate their weight some other day
No draconian measures or moments here
PD has come to host parades and gaiety
Delicious love and fun gather up the sun
You can certainly feel the warmth
Rising lighter than the feathers to tickle everyone
Linda jumps again and does it just for fun
Created on 12/04/14 for - Fighting Depression (poems for PD) - Poetry Contest

Ahead of us lies the unknown
The flatline horizon betrays
The beating heart of the ocean
Each beat causing a swell
Each swell causing us to sway
Out in the open, enclosed in the womb
Umbilically linked to our mother
Daily we reminisce of the island we left behind
The families that will live without us
The paths we will never walk again
We try to keep our thoughts on new paths
On stepping in the footprints of our ancestors
But darkness falls and fear reigns over us
Shrouding hope in a veil of obscurity
Will we fall into non-existence
Will we wish our existence to end
Damnable transient emotions
Ever dispelling our confidence
In the gloom hangs a twinkle of hope
Our hearts mirrored by the sky
Opening and showing us the way
A timeless voyage into our island universe

~SLY FOX~
There you go again little Sly fox P.D.
Another game of tag and jeopardy.
Clever, clever, little fox so bloodthirsty.
Chaos roams through your veins of liberty.
You walk the ground, prancing around your hostility.
Marching down with the dignity of mis-guided anarchy.
I'm gonna hunt you smell end it well.
Hang you up from your trophy tail.
Kiss your night one last farewell.
By morning dawn your foxy tail,
Won't live another tale to tell.
I'm gonna find ya' ~ pull your hideout from where you hide.
Smack you around in your everyday rebellious ways.
Thinking you can defeat my crowd with your lawlessness..
I don't need no hounds to track your unlivable Holy-mess.
You created a selfish character of kindness for the blindness.
You prey on the sheep's and linger on their wall of hopelessness.
Your sinfulness grew from the boldness, and bitterness,
Of growing up parent-less.
My dear Sly Fox are you on alert with your ears of nobleness.
Did you not hear me creeping while you were sleeping.
Sly fox the destroyer!
You are right, you are a mischievous game of hunt!
My trap is set and waiting for you by the river front.
Go ahead, take a drink, pull one last obnoxious stunt.
Run and run, as fast as you can!
You can't out run this one game of Skitty Skat fox hunt.....
~SKAT~

~ JOURNEY to the center of me!~
Yield upon this blissful moment!
In, a cutting-edge welcoming,
This minute can only maintain-
Yesterday’s journey~ Desire~
The world inside my head, can think,
Deeper than a dream;
Up till now, anticipation has hovered my present thoughts
Day becomes night,
Night becomes day,
In a cave, I call my insanity.
Hallucination, raveling inside my head,
I sit where my thoughts entwine with my elusive slumber.
Everything inside of me is lucid and lost in madness.
I perceive the proper perception;
to think is only a thought.
Today’s journey~ Sensation~
Barren thoughts never exit the aggression in my mind.
I stand among the crying thunder locked within my head.
Of sweet flower they arise and bloom, above all shores,
I embrace the beauty of my deepest emotion.
Sands of time litter within my walls!
My thoughts sit and wait!
Minimizing themselves down to a speckled dot.
They are a few, sweet and creepy,
Those grab my attention,
Tomorrow’s journey~ Pleasure~
Passion wilting upon yesterday’s memory.
Concentrating and unraveling every single knot.
And, still I go back and give that one look.
A hot steamy want, judged by my brainwaves.
Notions, follow a path and indulge with no escape.
Danger escapades into a naughty reflection, "I am my own diversion!"
My thoughts are thoughtless as they can be.
Brittle and little like you and me!
Still my journey continues to emerge with all the thoughts found in the center of me.
Everyday's journey~ Begins with………Determination……
by;pd

~My Tricycle~
Christmas eve,
I could not help but peek.
There it was, a blue and pinkish bike.
With streamers all for me...
A ride, I wanted to feel inside.
A surprise, I ruined for my eyes.
The joy I felt, a naughty kid like me could not hide.
Running back into my room, jumping with glee.
Waiting and waiting...............................................
Christmas day, comes to life.
I'm all excited.. With the biggest grin...
Mommy walks me to my bike.
My grin slowly fades away.
A red tricycle, I start to cry.
I did not understand, why my older sister got the pretty bike.
My Christmas, ruined by a ruby red tricycle.
Mommies, hug did not comfort me.
I cried all night, and asked my daddy'
"How can this be?"
"It's not fair!"
"it's not fair!"
Daddy, had only one response..
"Sweetie, soon you will see."
New Years Eve**
I sit near the windowpane.
Staring at my sister ride her blue pinkish bike.
Even the streamers were laughing at me.
Night fall comes around..
It's cold and everyone is asleep.
I sneak my way into the barn.
I stare at it~
My sisters bike!
The smile on my face, I still can't erase.
"This bike will be mine tonight."
I grab the bike by the handles bars.
I walk the bike under the stars.
Two hours pass, and still I can't operate the pedals.
Finally I remove my shoes, and reach the pedals with my toes.
I'm off into the night, than suddenly I fell upon them rocks.
If only I waited for that push from daddy's hands.
:To Be Continued:
Lesson not learned,
My scars all accounted for.

In my shoes
Always walking in my shoes.
one step
two steps
one giant step
never the same pair
my shoes are what keep me from walking into a wall
following every sign down this echo-less hall
my shoes, come in every size, shape and color
and what's is a walk without shoes
the walk will get long, and rough
my shoes have a tie that bond with no other
you never know where they might take you
There's only one way to find out!
Enemies of mine, can't find my size.
right foot
left foot
Who are they really?
I lose a pair, I gain a pair
Who really cares!
boundaries to cross
boundaries to lead
boundaries all around
boundaries on each stepping sound
Thin ice
walking on egg shells no matter the lies
dull heels upon a winter canvas sky
my size
your taste
my shoes take me there,
the excitement the knowledge nothing compares
my shoes know the answer to every question you want to know
my shoes at times skip towards the rainbow
my shoes walk in my dreams
my shoes are every where, except right here
sleepwalking and crying Deja vu
tired of walking in someone else's shoe
I've walked there before, I'm there now
the mud under my shoes, tell a story
where I eat
where I sleep
the dirt on the top, are swept when I weep.
they eat just like me
all the massive energy I store
we talk and we walk
they listen, they carry me
my shoes have no mask,
they are rugged and non-stop
sometimes my shoes get me to the top
your shoes are running
to my comfort zone
your shoe, my shoe have a heart beat
your shoes, my shoes ever so sweet.
your shoes are like my shoes
just different feet
Your shoes, are not my shoes
they fit me real small
when it comes to my shoes
Why wear them at all?
by;pd

The sun shines again
for he smiles.
The indeterminable day no longer flees or hides
for its end is sought, as is its beginning
for he smiles.
Confusion though abiding
must wait the laggard servant
scolded by the Mistress Aphrodite
for he smiles.
Want must find a different dwelling
for the moment un-housed by sweetest joy
for he smiles.
The sun shines again.

From behind the crimson curtain,
The skylark sings within her
Gilded cage of musical notes,
To please her dark lord and master.
Beauty's prisoner of the forsaken,
She raises her voice in clarity's
Magnificence,
Beneath crystal chandeliers opulence.
As if a bird taking flight within
Harmonies Symphony.
This youthful diva sheds
Her physical shackles, released
By a spiritual reclamation, of liberty's
Beyond her earthly form.
This mistress of song captures
Liberation’s heights, beyond freedoms
Escape, to soar high above the heavens.
She is set free, released within the music itself.
In the mind of the phantom, he plays
Along with the orchestra of the dammed.
A pianist of great renowned, with loves
Sweet melody, is inspired by jealousy’s
Conquest, she is his, always and forever.
The dead’s musicians, play on, with their
Instruments precisely in tune,
A delicate balancing, is each textures
Movement, it is harmony's perfection,
A Graceful sounding, carried across the
Stage of this twisted tragedy.
On destiny's piano the grand master sits,
With his candelabra lit, from loves eternal
Flame of desire.
It's light softly flickering, by gentle winds
Breeze, calling her name, Christine.
Oh angels of mercy, here the meadow lark
Singing, beneath the cobbled streets,
And sawyers chambered walls.
Love's prince does slay the beast,
As fire shatters the opera house, leaving
Nothing but ashes residue behind.
Yet in echoes voice, he screams by nights
Breath, her name once more, he calls unto her,
The phantom of the opera, Christen.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN

I want to wear a djellabas.
Blackness engulfing me in its tentlike refuge
veiled in gauze.
Or a burkha of blue with a screen
over my face to hide
my eyes.
I want to wear rope sandals
down a dusty Afghan road on
the warmest of days
with the wind whistling
through the Khyber Pass.
I want to know the language,
taste the food,
gaze at the bearded men I pass
who will not know
I am looking at them.
They are handsome and brave in Kabul.
I want to hear the children
reciting the Koran
in their Pushtu cadence
and play upon a tabir
with a beat of
peace.

How did a decent lady like me end up here, anyway?
The only girl aboard a ship of unsavory men.
The last thing I remember was sipping a glass of wine in a tavern.
Then, when I awoke, I was at sea,
on a vessel, and surrounded by pirates.
Shanghai'd, I think they call it.
For what purpose, I do not even want to think about.
However, I found that out rather quickly.
Then, I learned something else.
A sharp cutlass and a loaded pistol are a girl's best friend.
I am hardly the damsel in distress, for I can take care of myself.
There is one thing on board this ship
that I do not mind thinking about.
The captain, or so he calls himself.
My gaze often finds him, though his never finds me.
Only when he is giving me orders.
I have been entrusted with the helm of this vessel.
While he stares off into the waters of the Caribbean Sea.
Perhaps, planning our next heading.
The seas are strangely calm at the end of this day.
The sun is half way sunken below the horizon,
making the usual aqua-blue waters glow a golden-orange.
I stare into the dark eyes of my pirate captain,
they reflect the sunset, and shine like the gold of a doubloon.
His eyes are a lost treasure that I hope will find me.
I would trade all of the hidden treasures in the seven seas,
just for one look of those eyes.
Rubies, rare pearls, sapphires,
even gold cannot entice me more.
I leave the ship's wheel to make my way
down the wooden steps to the empty deck.
And, I ask him if he has our next route mapped out.
The captain leans against the ship's rails,
looking down as if contemplating.
He slowly turns his head,
and looks up at me with those enchanting eyes.
Then, he gives me that mischievous half-smile....

Slipping into my silver-gray SUV
Nicknamed " Sly Buster Cruiser”
I speed off down the rocky, off-highway road.
Twisting and reeling like my wired mind,
windows down, sunroof open,
(Annie Lennox groveling on the CD player),
reckless noon rays on my chin,
wind on ticklish, naked nape ...
Damn, who cares? I am 19 again?
Shuffling into the 7-Eleven Store
beside the Shell gas station
(With a free wind shield clean-up),
I draw out some bucks for a Philip Morris pack
and a two bottles of beer, plus a Dorito
( the barbecue flavor , please)…
Ain’t a drinker; a smoker on occasion,
but I feel like being reckless and
slightly rebellious ;
I lock the door prepping up for an untamed ride.
Grabbing a spray of cologne mist
and red-violet lipstick from the tote,
my irises roll from the lane to the side mirror,
as I slowly dunk the beer, icy and bubbly
zooming away with hands laughing on the wheels.
Nobody knows me in this place; my ribs shout silently:
This is just all for me; just now, I’ll be.
This is just between me and the edge of a free road.
This is about my navel breathing fire and ice,
It’s about touching danger fast without reason or fuzz
Because later, all this smooth craziness will soon pass.
Back to the same home trail, I rip the cigarette sticks,
slide the unused bottle in my bag
before wiping the red on lips with the Dorito foil…
“ Mommy, Mommy… where have you been?”
I smile as if my skin had chased a tornado…
Dumping the beer on the back porch,
My hand is cleansed by some kind of holy water,
And I start to hug my mischievous girl...
Then off I start to roll the plates on the sinking sink.
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Any Poem Goes #13 Contest
Sponsor: PD

In the cradled of life's dark garden,
It dwells amongst the murky waters
Primeval,
Behold the creature from the black lagoon.
Nay what is this creation, neither fish or
Reptile.
Yet a blending of both, a high bread's mixture,
Intelligent, and cunning, the last of his species,
To survive.
Brought unwisely did men, bring beauties
Forbidden fruit, unto this lost oasis of Eden.
For alone sentinel awaits to partake in such
A luscious morsel.
So does it not say in biblical text, go forth
And multiply, by a driven basic instinct he
Cautiously watches from the thicket brush.
What a graceful motion moves within the
Jungles domain,
She swims idle caught unaware, the bride
To be herself, charms him with every stroke
Across this lake placid.
With Chameleon like stealth, the groom appears,
Taking his prize to their cavey honeymoon retreat.
So tenderly he greets his mate, from shocks
Dreamy like state she awakes, and recoils in repulsion.
No love's scorn, and tragedies broken heart,
Can do more damage than rejections expulsion.
Bullets may have cut the flesh to the bone,
But was it not beauty, which killed the beast,
And the last sight he saw, was his love in
Another's arms.
So ends natures final verse in this evolutionary
Experiment,
The creature from the black lagoon now lies
Dead, upon this tragic stage of life.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN

DECLARATIONS OF A SOCIAL SCIENTIST
Indeed, I am that Poet and know it.
Just in transition to a more enriched poetry form.
I want to talk about life, politics, and religion.
Maybe not simultaneously but how I am feeling today.
I tell you life isn't a bowl of cherries.
I am not harvesting berries.
I live a vivacious existence.
I nature walk and take beautiful pictures.
I thrive in my leisure time.
Even more so, I work until my mind unwinds.
I am just a thrill seeker but not an extremist.
I am an illustration of wellbeing.
In fact, I am striving for better physical dexterity.
In all, my body desires more agility.
To eradicate the clumsiness,
My ability to monitor my own quickness is propensity depleted.
My mind, body, and spirit have superseded.
Oh, I am told that it is all right to be big headed.
Of course, gloating is good for your inner being.
Dwindling is not something I will let occur.
I am the booster of morale.
Be assured that I am there for others who seek a physiological mental form.
Do I appear to be titivated?
I am what I have stated.
Doubtlessly, there will be jealousy.
Without doubt, they will envy me.
Undoubtedly, this will not hinder.
I have overcome obstacles since the being of my existence.
Liberated from birth via a nation of government, I am free.
I can wave my hand and be seen.
I can stand up for what is right.
I can ignite the political fire.
I can educate my mind to genius.
I can defeat enmity.
Negativity may come but I disallow it to be a formula.
I am abreast.
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Penned on October 31, 2014!

Quarried, and carved from our earthen mother's skeletal
Backbone and under belly, were the Moai solid rock deities,
Stone guardians of Easter Island.
A mystical place, a harvested paradise, but nothing remains
Of the people whom built this land of living statues, except
For these harden faces, looking towards the ocean, as if in
Wait for their native worshipers to return.
Sit and listen my friend, to the whispering in the wind,
Do you hear the low humming sound, rolling across
The rocky and jagged surf.
It is the Moai, calling unto the five raw elements of the world.
Let us live again, to walk among the heavens vast
Divides, and to feel the winds breeze at our faces
Once more.
Slowly the ground shifts and moves, rumbles and
Quakes, lightening splits as thunder strikes against
The harden ground, nature itself has heard them,
And answers their wishes with life anew.
Shedding layers textures by depths degree, piece by
Piece, stone turns into gravel, rough rock is smoothed,
Hued by mystic incantations spell, brick becomes
Bone, and nature answers their wishes with life anew.
Living giants pull themselves up out of the earth,
Shaking away debris's leavings, and thus shall
Stone breaths, inhaling freedom's fresh air at last.
Behold the living god's of Stone, guardians of
An ancient culture lost unto time itself.
But at dusk's fading sunset, the spell is thus
Broken and slowly these giant figures take
Their places once again, melting as if it
Never happened, yet the humming still
Lingers echoing across the ocean.
For stone God's never forget, and waiting
On Easter Island do they so sit, monuments
To a people whom disappeared without a trace.
But their deities shall call unto them until
One day they'll return, and then maybe
Giants again shall walk this earth in
Celebration, to feast amongst their people
Once more.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN

My mind a ship in darkness How shall you carry me My heart cut off from loving Is longing to be free To sail out in the morning Upon the early tide And live with in the elements Where truth and strength abide My thoughts are done with islands Where the golden memories play For that vision seen was but a dream Like fog that burns away And if the rocks should catch me up How shall I greet the day So many thoughts are anchored there From ships that passed this way So many swells have come and gone And beaten on the shore You'd think the isle would brake away Be gone and be no more But still the ancient cliffs are hung Like shadows in the sky And still the Sirens songs are sung A lovers lullaby My soul my only compass now What lessons shall you teach As passion sets my course for me Once more into the breach Yet calmly to and steady on Though gale and storm draw near My soul is this immortal thing That strides beyond my fear And gives my life an openness That does not measure cost For much I learned of beauty By what I loved and lost

Sunshine streamed in through
the windows on a slant.
As she flipped long curly
red-locks off her shoulder.
She took the other road
most often.
The road less traveled.
Why ?
Because that's how she liked it.
Only because she liked the curves
in the road.
There was a time or two she wondered
about the light flickering at the other end.
But she always had hope in her eyes.
At times it did not matter whether or not
someone was by her side.
Though she did prefer to be connected.
Alas, it couldn't be with just any soul.
She's always been a free spirit.
Such as the gypsies of old.
Coming in with the autumn leaves.
Just as she left on a summers day.
In the quiet of her flickering shadows
3 / 3 / 2014 Monday

I’m freedom’s beckoning call light as air, an elemental being
Set adrift beyond the universal light beam, a speeding
Bullet shifting, suspended by my own spiritual uplifts
Bending in the stratosphere by raw forces
Gravitational pull.
A streaming particle of matter flowing in the
Mystical elemental current of my own existence,
Untethered I’ve cut the silvery threads of the
Timeless, a creature of thoughts abandonment.
A unique butterfly of distinction, flying amongst
The light waves of illusion spreading my wings
Of clarity, touching the stars in gentle graces
Movement.
In flights liberation climbing levels of enchantment,
A swaying anomaly tossed, passed between earth
And sky, a castaways silhouette lingering afloat the
Breeze of sensuality, with the heightened senses
Of pleasure ultimate recklessness, I’m at liberties
Jurisdiction beyond the touch of man.
I’ve joined the flocks of the enlightened ones,
Moths drawn to the dreaming flame, that burns
With fuel of inspirational grace.
Rippling wings transcending, behold the marvel
Of lunar beings, evolving, rising beyond the
Embankment of physical resistance,
Translucent fluttering monarchs brushing
Against the gates of God’s kingdom on high.
Flying insects of humanity, buzzing in a whispering
Chorus ushering in lyrical verses praise,
Announcing the arrival of these ascended.
Reaching through the vaulted grates of heaven,
The lord’s angel reaches out to touch these mortal
Wings of inspiration, and harken to listen, as
The Soft music loaf’s upwards, flooding the floors
Of this golden divide.
At twilights intrinsic hour of contemplation these
Dreaming beings of enlightenment drift as floating
Confetti ever lightly descending, cascading into
Their mortal fleshes vessels beneath, leaving the
Realm behind, but oh what visions of inspiration
Have these butterflies of remembrance relate,
In poetic excellence, cannot be captured
Within the nets of mankind.
I’m freedom’s beckoning call light as air, an elemental being
Set adrift beyond the universal light beam, a speeding
Bullet shifting, suspended by my own spiritual uplifts
Bending in the stratosphere by raw forces
Gravitational pull.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN

My parents complain of a mythical pest,
Infesting our house since the 7th of July,
Devouring the snacks, desserts,
delicacies and everything hot, spicy or sweet,
Determined to find the beast,
Fattened with food meant for me.
with a magic wand and on a broom to hunt
set out may it be a lachupakabra or a lepricorn,
Scary or naughty and anything the creature might wield
ready with a device from my dad given to me with a grin
the device, the compass, the guide to the beast
was a mirror reflecting its scaled skin scarlet red
staring at me with cat like blue eye
fierce and mighty.
Not a pest but is a mythical beast
Omega and almighty! It was me
Perplexed, gave up the hunt.
now feasting on poisonously, maliciously, dangerously
in sugary syrup gulab jamuns soaking.

.
Who says the broken
won’t still dance in the rain?
From the sky spills sweet champagne…
Arms wide spread
Warm drops on your face
Laugh out loud …
and dash the puddles!
Put on your boots and splash them!
Like a child, just crash them!
Excise the tears….
embrace the out pour
Feel the sting on your skin
(more alive than ever before)
Gambol in a silver shimmer
Fits of giggles in the drizzle
Misty showers springing flowers
as the spate will hide the pain
Guileless merriment like a child
ingenuous ballet in the rain…
Prisms of light
shaded pink
Glimmers in the water
Reflecting physiognomies of the past
Incandescent spirits
Luminescent white essence
Elan Vitals replenish
Inside of Mother Earth
In a cycle of recycle
Beneath the canopy
of celestial powers
Sway with the
W
I
N
D
Undulate with the
T
R
E
E
S
Hearken…the chime
of natures breeze
Soul enlightened
Senses heightened
Anew and brightened
From the sky falls sweet champagne….
Embrace your life and just dance in the rain....

When I am Colder,Older and then alone...
I will collect the sky on my own...
When the art has faded and the days then fade-
when everyone has gone away...
I may finally see what never was saw
.....ahhhhhhhhhhhhh............... the quiet sky
The unlit room which bares my end...shows the flashes of my pains my joys and sins.
This life has been a strange one since the curtains were drawn
These paper and plastic figures have clouded the dawn
I was once younger,foolish,and obsessed with truth
Now I am bitter,sour,dour faced with my heart under shoe
The children were all searching or lost in a crowd
All weeds in a garden...growing vile and foul
Though beauty was sold it never came true
Obsessions and vanity have traveled safe through
Materials and poison and everything lost
have been burned in the fires or lost in the frost
I stand face to mirror tearing my being apart
Winding thoughts of love,pain,god,and art
As the sun sets and the darkness grows
I too shall follow this pattern in tow
Death has a friendly hand and a pretty face
She has given me comfort as I leave this place
The wars have occurred,humanity's lost
Souls have been burnt in the fire or lost in the frost
Day was Life,Night is Death
And the latter has given counsel on my final steps

“Momma… what are those lights up there?”
“Those are salmon fish, glistening in the sky…”
…
She begs to understand your fears, your passions, your pursuits
She is down on her knees, and you above
Feeling the tears drip from the heavenly precipice…
She wants to catch them in her eye
And truly… see
And she does see….far off…beyond the shade,
Beyond every single worry river…
Two pairs of eyes across the way
Glistening with perception, set upon a face so serene…
A warrior stance of their own, the eyes gaze…
She is both torn and joyous to meet them,
And had she dared to look away, the cares would flee
And thoughts would spew faster than the rapids…
Where the salmon skid upon the rock…
Only to be grabbed and mauled by the world
Those eyes reveal a face…a mind so sharp, yet loving
Unraveling a heart that could bear the strongest boulders
Hurling them higher than the moon…
Watch!
Little glistening salmon fish floating in space
Her giggles would make you smile,
The lights in her eyes would melt you and shape you
Her and your heart you would both hold so close
In almost an innocent embrace
Then, suddenly, in that moment, a newness would emerge
Something deeper than anyone has ever imagined to feel
Not two—but one would understand
For one you would become
Yet… there are so many questions she longs to ask you
So many…yet does she carry those answers?
Are they written upon the skies?
In the trees…or the bustling breeze?
In the small recesses of a child’s imagination?
….
“Why do the salmon float in space, Mamma?”
Her hand squeezes the child’s palm affectionately…
“Because his love for her was so great…that he lifted the greatest, strongest boulders from the creeks…the salmon would skid upon the rocks only to be met by the great paws of the bears…but before they were caught and devoured by the hungry creatures of this world, the Great Warrior with eyes of justice hurled all of them toward the moon just to see her smile… the stars you see…are the fish that are free!”

In the dusty cobwebs of my inspirational mind,
I’ve written volumes of scripted details, pondered
Epic thoughts, and let mine imagination roam the
Fields of complete abandonment.
A wild child of freedom’s reckless spirit, I’m dived
Head first into the untamed wilderness of the human
Stratosphere, seeking beyond the unknown country
Of the mental unconscious mind, then free fallen into
The waves of insecurity, rescued by mine own self
Sustaining life preserver, called survival.
Line by line I’ve written into my life journal, leaving a
Legacy behind me worth preservation’s finest gilding,
Bound are these pages of mine existence with love,
Tenderness, and freshly cut rose petals, of remembrance.
Reflected in the cover of my life book, are the joyous
Faces of those whom loved me beyond words of
Expressions comprehension, without emotions tears
For they celebrate my life, not with sorrows regrets
But with prides respect and honor.
Through hell’s fire I’ve rambled and traveled, being
Tested by friend and foe alike, but I’ve lifted myself
Beyond the flames of reality, bathing within the warmth
Of a divine faith of loves power everlasting.
I’ve been given the spark of the eternal, it breathes
Within me, it drives my spiritual being, to over come
Ignorance, intolerance and ambience sloth of spirit.
At times I’ve been tempted to dance, against the flame
That flickers in the night, teasing me, taunting me,
To choose wrong or right, but mine feet stood stead
Fast, yielding only in my secret world of dreams escape.
Yes I’ve mused amongst the fantasy realm,
Flying, soaring into the abyss of illusions mirrors,
Clashing as a bird smacking at the glass of reality,
But I’ve awakened wiser, a soldier better prepared
For the battle known as life.
In this journal I bequeath all that is the best of myself,
To those for whom I’ve touched, and in memories moments
Of stilled realization that I’ve gone, dare let no tears blind
Thine vision let no words of sorrow spill from your trembling
Lips just do me the one last favor for which I ask of thee,
Simply look upwards, and smile.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN

As I spoke of being walluntorspearsed*,
He farlossteeled and I stumbled.
Can’t words return to their nest?
Whispers I’ve heard of his moogsmoorwood* flight,
Though from him I receive little but those looks
that churn my loreeleame until I am soft.
And yet, I am no different than he,
Keeping tales tucked in a vault,
My skirmish with the Wartanwusters*
Who easily pried my closed carriage wide,
And left me empty of sight and thought.
Twice I have not spoken but lied,
He thinks I’m like the fruit of the Kalamyreeno,
Sweet and layered and unseeded inside,
So I bury all those salty secrets deep ~
My battles with the Grimm-gloommers*,
And my resurrection in the Valley of Forgetrampt.
I’m like my mother and her mother before,
The blade in my blackarath belt is tinged,
And my soulcleave shield is singed by war.
The taste of salt and fury urges me forward.
How can he not see me,
When I stand in his highleaven light?
Does he not recognize the truth in himself?
When will he tear open the door
and cross the abyss to my armored side?
He is teeming with answers,
So refuses to meet me halfway!
Yet, I carefully, quietly follow,
Slaying Grimm-gloommers* and others,
The Narkavenomites he hasn’t noticed
watching his drawn curtains at night,
And I will guard him, though the world drops,
For I will never stop walluntorspearsing* about him.
…If he knew of my strength and the power I yield,
He’d turn from me. For what is man without pride?
*the words thus marked are the sole creation of Chris Aechtner and used (gratefully)with his permission.
About this poem
This a reply to Chris's brillant poem On the Wings of Moogsmoorwood. His poem was so gripping that I wanted to 'answer' it, as other poets of old have done to works they found inspiring. It is difficult to try to recapture a feel a poem has, keep its style, and yet still inject your own voice and nuances. I thank Chris for his encouragement and suggestions in this attempt. I really enjoyed trying his pen on for size!

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A hush...
Eyes closed I stand
breathing deep
the sound of silence
that speaks
Like gentle fingers
on my face
in my hair
she tickles me gently
Branches swaying
with her playing
Listen....
I can hear her speak
Hear her in the roaring
of the rain
pouring
Hear her...
in the sea side song
never muted
She careens to frolic
with waves and toss them
She laughs....
I can see her
(intangible)
See her whisper the flower
with a gentle kiss
See her ride a celestial sky
tossing clouds along her way
See her in the wings of birds
soaring
F
R
E
E
Sometimes
shes angry
brooding
Dark
Tempestous
this woman
Wind...
and she storms....
like a mistreated lover
Shooting lightning
across a black sky
Revenge
her mission...
Sometimes
shes dainty
like a southern belle
On sweet sunny summer days
she plays
and dances
and prances
giggling
with the brooks
in her silly winsome ways
Multi tasking
never ending
ever breathing
intangible
intoxicating
silken
earth teasing
sky surfing
Wild taunting
Frustrating
Beautiful
encompassing
Feel her on my skin....
I love this woman Wind!

i was six and you were nine
you would pack sunlight into a jar
tell me it was mine.
at night it lit my room.
when the stars were out
you'd throw stones to wake me up.
butterfly nets in hand
we'd catch stars from the sky
save them in our pockets.
i'd hand you my water gun
you’d load one at a time
pull the trigger
and yell
"quick wish on a shooting star."
now twenty and more old
i still have the jars
i still own every wish
i uttered silently
on those moonlit eves.
it was you
in my dreams
in my smile
always kind.
i only had one wish
you and i
clad in the innocence
of those times,
of dreams and laughs
i only wished
it would never end,
and your sunshine
safe in my memories
our childhood sealed in those jars.
Maurice Yvonne
Sponsor: gautami phookan
Contest Name:The Sweetest Touches of Verse

He's running out of Colour.
The Grey Seeps From his Eyes.
Nature is Turning Black.
- Can't You Smell Their bitter Entrails? -
He Could. He felt them weave
In and out of His Senses,
Alienating his Perceptions.
- Count the Bodies, Count the Women
and The New-Borns if You Want? -
It's Just Maths. No longer
Did Time Stress Relevance.
The Sky was Red: and Empty.
- If You Wait, They'll Come Back for You -
He Walked Through Various Flesh
Obscenities, Travelling for Miles.
But The Smell, The Smell Had Followed Him.
- Where's Your God Now? -

Warmth, surrounded me…always
My lips, my eyes, closed…
Mesmerized by the darkness that brought me consolation
I remember there were colors under those lids,
Green, spurts of purple…and sporadic yellows and reds
They danced and flashed
Whenever your voice rumbled and vibrated my abode
I remember the earthquakes of laughter
That pushed me against the soft, supported side…
I merely bounced back to the middle again
My legs, bending, and then kicking off against it
My body twirling in the lavish liquid
Natural twists and turns that were later underappreciated
Twists and turns that were who I was
I didn’t realize they would always shape who I am
Deep voice—music—surrounded me always
My ears opened to the muffled marvel
Curious of the outside world that birthed the mysteries of who I am
I recall frustration, kicking against your soft insides….
Colors of black, gray tints, and calming browns…
That left me gurgling for more of those outside sounds
Because that first day I heard the lightning yells
The hot swells of your insides boiled
My body twirled and twirled as I heard you wail
Crying…sobbing…
My heart beat faster—wanting more to leave this vessel
Wanting to be a separate thing
Wanting all to hear me scream
To feel the cold, rubbery hands of a stranger
Lift me—and to your breast—gift me
It was always the warmth of the liquid
And the comfort of our bond
That always remained
Bonds and beliefs never dry
Blood is blood
Color is color
It is living to be separate that makes us gods

Times of old dwindle throughout captured in leaves of parchment sewed individually into bounded Moroccan, Spanish, and Russian Leathers, seeping the smells of old centuries wisdom enclosed.
Taking the mind into the beyond where great stories are forged and fantasies made.
Smells of musk, vanilla, and tobacco fill the air with the sweet hymms of melodies playing from a far.
Dripping wax from candles burnt fall upon parchment, and the taste of whiskey near the crackling of the fire leave one's mind lost between worlds.
The setting of the sun glides down in an array of colors throughout the land, sweeping all that is, all that is known, and all that was, as the crinkle of every page turns.

The Deamon Faire
The Deamon Faire
a paroday of a novel
the awful ugly was moving slightly impaired in the fire was slowing it down
it was the deamon faire come to the home
the little child asleep in the hay
the pussy willow cat came to catch the deamon faire
she crept near the crypt
the deamon faire lumbered near the mill
the mill was turning wheel almost captured pussy willows tale
she sounded like a deamon cat all wound upp and upp too bat
indeed the deamon faire looked like a hairy bat in a suit with the tie
the cat pounced at the deamon faire and missed the splash was a wet pussy
willow cat
she hissed the deamon faire sounded just like this
a long burning howl pulled over a wool scarf then turned into a screech
the outreach tried to reach the scene of the crime was an old pond milling and
lumbering and long
overgrown ivy trailing
meandering overblown moss
the author was right up to this point and then she lost her train of thought the
end of the book never tells us exactly what happened to the
The Deamon Faire
ed,note,ed
did you read Faire as FAIR or FAIRY oh what a Happy Birthday Paroday
a real live dead poet charlax poetry poem

The Crimson Ashes of Countless Meat
Hung in The Air Around Him. He Holds
His Hands over His Eyes, and Strives on.
- We're Going To Bleed You Dry -
The Light Diminished, and His Vision
With it. Something is Behind Him,
He Felt the Burn of its Stare.
- And Then The Day Turned To Blood -
Through the Door of a Vacant House,
He has to Hide. The Empty Bedroom
Has a Lock. He Feels its Presence Near.
- It's About to Happen -
He hears the Scratching at The Door,
And Rummaging Through Dim-Light
Finds an Acutely Sharpened Knife.
- We Can Feel Your Heart Squirming -
The Room Sank to Jet, The Door Burst From
Its Hinges. Something Hit him Hard, And Sank
Through his Flesh. He Drops The Knife.
- Welcome To My Kingdom -

Every City, Every Town, Every Village,
More Charred Gore. It Seemed to Multiply
With Destination. He Peels Flesh off his Boots.
- Your Sins are Faster than You -
Ignoring the Internal Monologue, Not of His
Own Creation, He Breaks The Roads, and
Treks The Marshes and the Hills.
- Nowhere is Untouched, Keep Moving,
The Black Cloud has Shifted -
It began to Rain, The Empty Heavens Spat
Precipitation in Volumes With Such Velocity,
His Skin Curled and Raised in Resistance.
- Grant Yourself Solace in Sleep -
Sheltered By an Untouched Great Oak, He Rested.
His Eyes Counted Raindrops as he Closed
Them. He Wants to Wake Up, Something's Wrong.
- This Ground Has Gone Sour -
The Scratching Woke Him Up. His Eyes
Caught Nothing. Slowly He Rose to his Feet,
And Examined the Now Decrepit Putrid Tree.
- Abandon Hope, We've Found You -
The Etchings of a Madman, One Hundred Times
Into The Bark of This once Unspoilt Piece of
Nature, He Needs to Leave This Place.
- You Taint The Ground You Walk on -

I like El Paso...the heat, the dust, the heat,
I like the cars and the hats the cops wear,
cowboys in a rusty B movie,
but most of all I like the people, the
janitors and doctors and newsreaders,
who don't care if they're American,
Mexican or both...
and the bars are cool, so cool... some
smell of menthol and others like a clean
latrine,
but that's OK..it's alright and I don't judge,
and the girls are single and friendly and they
like you 'cos your'e tall and white, with dollars
and tooled brown boots
but most of all I like the warm wind that blows
in sweet guitar music and shimmering light
from across the big bridge, tussleing the hair
of the janitors and doctors and newsreaders,
who don't know if they're American, Mexican, or both.

IN THE WILD AMERICA
Release the eagles of freedom, set them soar
Once more on the extended wings of liberty,
Inhaling the fresh mountain air of America,
In the wild wilderness.
Hear the cry of the wolf, echoing within the
Hidden canyons of the forest kingdoms,
Born free, running free, a sacred representation
Of the untamed spirit.
Crystal clear streams flowing, from the rocky
Tops alpine divides, feeding the thirsts of nature
With eloping breasts of glacier moisture, in purity’s
Wealth behold the glory, in this the wild America.
In the evergreen valleys of the lush pine wood
Forests, the thickets trees stretch wide their
Broadened limbs, towards the heavens above.
Graced by the vision of the sparrow hawks cry,
Mountain men still roam, and exist on the fringes
Of these harsh elemental conditions of beauty.
Brave men seeking freedom’s song of deliverance,
From the city’s busy streets, and concrete jungle,
These wonder lustful spirits, pioneers frontiersmen,
Holding their head up high with prides honor,
With every ax blow and daily survival achieved.
Tribal souls walk their ancient paths, reviling
In territories of liberation, listen to the voices
Of their heritages culture being reborn within
The black hills of thought and wonder.
In spring’s thawing breath does not the
Grizzly emerge from his den of hibernation,
Standing tall against the shadows of the
Open sky, the king ascending his throne
This the mighty giant, in his kingdom
Release the eagles of freedom, set them soar
Once more on the extended wings of liberty,
Inhaling the fresh mountain air of America,
In the wild wilderness.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN

*** YESTERDAY ***
By; John Monteblanco
Yesterday was another day,
I dream of you under the rain.
All I know is that my love is true and everything else is fake.
Take my hand and venture into a distant land.
No more doctors or medications,
I’m the cure to your heart!
Don’t let me go because I don’t know how to live without you.
Is love obsessive? Is it cruel or am I the one who needs to change?
Do I need to find a different route to your blossoming heart?
Listen with your heart not with your ears.
Can you hear my heartbeat from here?
Look with your heart not with your eyes.
Do you see the infinite blue sea called love?
*** TODAY ***
By; the Poet Destroyer
Love is so discrete and open wide.
Why must one make another cry?
Yes your love was true.
But, at times we must say good bye.
Like the color gold that does not fade,
your heart I will always treasure and hold.
But, time stood still over our desert land.
Now I have to move on in hopes you'll understand.
I will always reminisce the romantic way you held my hand.
I'll miss the way you embraced your love for me.
Things just got sad after that one little fight.
A day wont go by that I wont dream of you at night.
Hopefully my river flows back into the open waves of your sea.
But, for now I ask you to set my heart free.
~~~~It was an honor to work with our 14 year old poet John M.~~~~
(A Poet Destroyer Collaboration)

The Leprechaun.
.
Run, run, run as fast as you can...
I'm still gonna get you, my little green man...
I grabbed on to the gold buckle on his waist...
I held him down, with no time to waste...
I tied The Leprechaun to a hollow tree,
Broke off a branch and poked him on the knees.
I kept on poking him with a stick.
I kept nagging him to reveal his magic trick.
This little shamrock kid would not break.
He kept insisting THE LEPRECHAUN legend was fake.
This little odd dwarf kept lying about his mythical pot of gold.
I kept repeating all the stories I've been told..
Nagging him and nagging him~ FOR HIS POT OF GOLD!
He lied, about the fables, telling me his gold does not exist...
The Leprechaun refused to hear the clover list...
****
It's been 7 days!
And, still he won't give up, what's at the end of the rainbow.
Tickling his little Eskimo toes,
Running feathers underneath his nose.
"Look you little green treasure troll, I've captured you, and demand the gold!"
"You won't get me with your tricks!"
"So don't even try to outwit me with your silly MAGIC!"
I suppose his silver-tongue, will have to do,
And the little gold buckles on his shoe.
I got tired of trying to make him see, my point of view.
I got a better deal and trade for a monkey at the zoo.
Now the lions are enjoying a Pot of Leprechaun Stew.
After All!
Nothing I did, made him unfold.
All I wanted was his pot of gold!
by;pd

The Perfect Story
Ingredients.... My Epic Melody!
I spread my wings,
To carry you into that perfect ride.
Allowing you to communicate with my mind.
I'll show you what my perfect story would have in it.
With the world's enigma not everyone can find.
Words twisted with reality and beauty divine
The majestic ways to live with fairy tales combined.
Show no weakness towards the mercy of my gift.
Unleash the lightning, leaving all competition behind.
Pierce every word with my gleaming eyes.
You'll find yourself in the ebony of the blind.
A space passing every constellation with no regrets of return.
Assault the moment of the mind with the perfect line..
Expect pain, love, death, and desires that burn.
A trap for the follower to sink in.
Losing yourself to the evil garden underneath the green fern.
Falling in love with the mental link of my imagination.
Rising from the ashes that killed every demon in my nations.
Rescued by the light of he who rode the wind of fate.
Breaking an oath to give every perfect story a-
"HAPPY ENDING!"
~SKAT~

" ONE MORE TIME "
Stale and innocent I close my eyes.
Unpolished bones inside.
I mock my dreams, in hope I find reality.
I swim like streamers near an undying sea.
STALE ............
INNOCENT against a stetson smell.
I CLOSE the door that circulates my emotions.
MY EYES, allergic to the the smallest particles of your lies.
UNPOLISHED beauty, that can't be seen with the naked eye.
BONES INSIDE shiver like no other.
I MOCK the same words, over and over. ((I LOVE YOU))
MY DREAMS keep me from fading.
IN HOPES I wake up to feel more alive.
I FIND REALITY when I close my eyes.
I SWIM LIKE the open sunrise.
LIKE, the moon you come and go.
STREAMERS NEAR and far, move real slow.
AN UNDYING SEA, I just want to fall and jump right back in.
BY;PD

~Without suntan lotion~
The balloon man silently left the park
Where are all the jump rope kids?
The hopscotch sidewalk is slowly fading
The children are covered in sweat
I see dried pecan trees, every one fights for the fountain turn
Where are all the pretty flowers, why do the swings sit alone?
Why must it hurt -the sun -the burn -the tan,
It must be summer all over again?
-X-

Far away from this bonded crowd,
Far away from these layers of
shroud,
Oh wings of the air glide me away,
To the world, world above the
clouds.
To the giant mountains of mist,
Where sparkling houses of rain
will
be built,
World beneath where would be
moving,
And sun rays where will be cold
and soothing.
Where I won’t be bound by laws,
And I could speak freely about
the
things I love aloud,
Yeah to the world with cloud
above the clouds,
Where everything just everything
will be allowed.
Sliding on morning dews that stays
till night,
Diving in the night’s sky that looks
like morning light,
With no paths to follow,
I’ll glide free and fast,
Yawing, pitching, bouncing,
shouting,
Like the endless penumbra it’s
unknown where I’ll last
Yeah endless it is,
And it’s unknown where I’ll last
For Above the CloudsContest
I think I am late :-( posting this
anyways

~Without~
He loves me`
He loves me without'
Sometime has passed,
I'm still without.
A wish~
I forgot to make that night.
Heaven and earth, I cast behind my eyes.
A beautiful sail, that in time will collide.
A tower, I can't reach.
Without the proxy deepness in your beating,
life will hold no breach.
Without the intense shine in your eyes.
I'm an exile, In my own home.
I can't find the sweetness it holds.
I run from myself.
In hopes that my future never unfolds.
A cure, I live without.
I bathe under my oak tree.
This bacteria I can't live without.
I'm breathing and lost with out glee.
Injured on this orchid ground.
I crawl without a kissing sound.
I face the golden sun, as the rain pours on me.
Without the feeling of my skin.
I have no reason to be~
Fungus grows in my domain.
I have nothing, YET~ I HAVE IT ALL!
The friction grows and burns blisters all over my wall.
The swelling compels a surface only I feel.
Without the look and voice of your laughter.
I walk a long* long walk.
A life without, your breath.
Is no life at all...
Outcropped, from the outside.
Lacking the perfect boundary.
This world shops for an appearance without surface.
My smile hangs without the beauty found in the word happiness.
In a world full of "be"gotten knots.
:-)

The sweetest sounds of burning trees
A gentle stroking in the breeze
The calm has lasted past the storm
Cloudy visions, Satan’s roar
Too many sights have passed my way
A time found only in the haze
The softest screams are running bare
My aching bones creak as I stare
You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark
The battle’s started at the end
No one is coming to repent
The sinners grab their wine from prey
No judgment calling here to stay
The sport is reckless to be told
The one is laughing at his souls
It falters nowhere to be sure
The power grows forevermore
Like a spirit in the wind
I have no say in where you’ve been
But cross the line to come to me
And pay the price for ecstasy
You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark.

They make me wait in kinetic motion
mystically zooming in zooming out,
and my eyes focus on irises of a frame
where a hundred gulls flap a brief moment:
carefully, I seize the image till they dash off
into pieces of onion flakes, almost lost
in transition as my knees scratch the stones
for stealing angles of hiding beaks.
Following the trail, I chance on an oversized
orchard of trellis and bluebells knighting
the glitter of vines sprawled on canes
of pine wood… with my waist curled,
the singular charm of this memory grabs
my eyes: flowers posing without shame,
beautiful like summer ‘s shape; and I go
romping in the blur of rain searching
for another row of same gulls panting.
Aiming for a perfect range, I fire the shutter
in strobe-like effect, feeling the pumping
sensation in the blood: the twitch on my
hands peaks until the lens connect
to this heart on days when my pupils
release a thrill of wonder in a field
trailing miraculously on nature’s expanse.
And life’s fleeting motions are frozen into a
visual romance never to be seen in same way.
Yet, as flashes of instances are
arranged in a collage of dreams , Kodak
images portray those I loved, encountered,
and never known … but
tattooed on skin of memory’s seasons.
Contest: SandyIvyDavis Viewing Life Through a Lens
by nette onclaud

I am like
Cleopatra
embraced by serpents many
fear
always trying something new
and dramatic with my
hair
I am like
Eva Patrón
growing up with a painful family
getting lost in movies
thinking of my own
hypnotizing when I speak
First lady of Argentina
meeting you, after death
would be a treat
a nervous habit, of nibbling
on my jewelry
the similarities, between us
gave me a sense of foolery
I am like
Wilma Mankiller
Chief of the Cherokee Tribe
for ten years
fighting against Native stereotypes
despite such distress
enemies did stress
promoting to ‘be of good mind’
you were a leader, of your time
an advocator for women
that they may grow up
and become chief
as a child, you wondered
the forests, like me
not the streets
I am like
Aung San Suu Kyi
wearing three types of
flowers in your hair
feeling at times like a
‘splinter of glass, sharp, glinting
power to defend itself against hands
that try to crush’
winner of a Nobel Peace Prize,
for courage, was
a must
I am like
Catherine The Great
a love to laugh,
coffee, and feeling compelled
to always fill abandoned blank
sheets of paper
you were a Royal Russian Empress,with
not one red drop of Russian blood
and her people, were blessed
to have her
I am like
the Queen of England
longest royal lifetime in history
strong built, from a miserable childhood
toughened her
this is no mystery
preferring candle light
to electricity
handwriting over typewriter
and poetry
I am like
Indira Gandhi
dreaming to live as she did
riding elephants and having
tiger cubs as companions
your own Sikh security
killed you, the story
a sad one
secret dreams of being a writer
angered, by the imbalance of
power
between men and women
listening to beat poets
like Ginsberg
as a great Prime Minister of India
you were heard
and understood
I am like
Rigoberta Menchú
drew the worlds attention to
native Indians rights,
because of you
your goal, to be
a drop of water on a rock
dripping in the same spot,
eventually in the world, you
may leave a mark
wearing many colors
‘because it gives you life’
insisting men and women be equals
you fought this fight
to relax, as I do
writing poetry into
the night
I am like
Joan of Arc
French Military Heroine
burned at the stake at just
age nineteen
known for keeping your cool
even on the battlefield
being a courageous and inspirational
rare jewel
Legendary Lady Leaders
I salute you

Do I dare look at you when I walk these streets?
Chase your shadow as it crawls under my feet?
For I have walked my way through
These pleasant, summer nights
Trailing any trace of you in amber
Street lights.
Hearing the laughter of men and women
Drunken behind bars, their obliviousness
Billowing with the smoke of cigars
And once again I begin to wonder
In these thoughts that shatter, asunder
Of how unvoiced these nights have become.
The scent of scones melting in tea
The sugar, the beach, the creamed coffee
How foolish do I ought to be?
How much emotion becomes too much for me?
And the sun that strokes the clouds at sea
And hides its rays amongst them-
I watch… as all this beauty encircles me.
My eyes see not the glamorous dream
That has been haunting the lives of many it seems
The loveliness of love and its glimmering gleam
The word that is only word
That dream that is only dream.
For I have seen it on all these smiley faces,
Hurried looks, and warm embraces
Can’t you see?
How we all have been entangled in one giant
Web of emotion?
Is there ever a place between Wordsworth’s
Daffodils and Poe’s Raven?
I walk these streets listening to a busker
Play his harmonica-
As I flip a coin into his flipped hat,
I wonder
How different we are, him and me
Or are we?
Restricted we are to language and time,
Enslaved in memory, engaged in rhyme
How much easier it is to think of you and me
Rather than the misleading amounts of
Separating land and sea –illusory-
I observe and am observed as I walk these
Streets, and I feel I know nothing of
Neither you nor me.

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/ / / / / / /
/ / / / /
Like the disappearing sun of yesterday ( )
So has her childhood dissolved away ( // )
With two white steeds that are the trees ( / / )
She is the leaf, marauder of the breeze / /
She rides against the wind
/ / /
Her name is Rain
Born with the grain of knowing
Sight to the blind who cannot see tomorrow
Or view the valleys of the past
/ / Tho', ...be not envious of her rampant blood!
Where origins are buried in another world
Where voices speak in lost syllables
In a language of no forgetting
Where the laughter of the birds is still
And clouds shed only a torrent of tears
/ / /
For she would rather turn her face to the sky
/ And feel the gentleness of the mist
She has a burning desire to be free
Free of the gift
/ / Free of the burden
Free of the knowledge that has taken her innocence
// // /
A voice of the thunder calls her
Invites her to fly beyond the clouds
So the earth can be beautiful
Where the sun comes after the rain
/ Where the drought is over at last
/ Where rain becomes rainbows
She is the leaf.....maurader of the breeze
/ / Her name is Rain
____
For Constance La France's contest "Rain, The Story"
By Carrie Richards

In the world of masters and slaves
There were species of great kind reunited
Conversations never end until late dawn
Time filled with laughs, smiles and wisdom shared.
Connection is no beginning nor end only sparks
Everything was validated since things were immemorial
Uttered words flown, and rippled in every tic of the clock
Energy within radiates its truest nature with exuberance.
Great ideas shared, validated and confirmed intensely
Vivid past, present and future goals created
Propensity in possibility and probability were realized
Growing mass ideas shown its radiance beyond.
Mind boggling reality tackled constructively
Consciousness traversed more than expectations
Never ending creations transpired every thought made
Heart beats magnify each moment eyes blinked.
Inner and outer influences changed as vibration rectified
Various auric colours seen as energies intertwined
Essence of them simply exudes greatness
Amongst of all whisperers roamed around continually.

That I am alive today
Is His grace I should exalt.
That I conceives thoughts
And am able to interprete them
Into words for minds to receive
Is another reason I think
He deserves my praise.
This new episode of my life
Is like a dream.
A dream that
Perhaps I know
Where its starts
But I don't know
Where and when
It will end.
A nation of pieces may not contain
My words,
My feelings,
My emotion,
My desires...
For now.
I don't know of later.

Your sweet nectar
wraps around my senses
like jungle vines
steady drums beating
Your heart near mine
Your strong hands
hold me suspended
by my waist
Just enough pain and strength
against my supple skin
For my taste
The musk of your
sculpted body and the forest
has me going wild
But yet, the tender way you
protect me, reminds me of
Being a child
A safe familiarity
with a strain of animalistic
seduction
Your invisible hold over me
leaves me arrow poisoned
Unable to function
My long dark hair wraps you
with smells of coconut and ocean Sun
your locks full of mud and enemies
Blood
together, my warrior
We make One

The skeleton
On the day you were born
I have bestowed upon you
We will spend together a lifetime
Without me inside you compare to glue
Like the cockroach who always hides
I can only be found deep inside the skin
I am not the one you find in the closet
I am the one in a sack of bones
Created from the dust
While your other half, given life from your ribs
The man always returns to the dirt he is
The women remain in the coffin, she made for us
The Apple Eve shared with Adam
Doomed us to die from the start
From the snake came nothing good
Just a battle of evil in our hearts
A piece of skeleton from Adams rib
A rib from Adam he made Eve
Eve in form of a skeleton, with a breath
Our bones will never unite in heaven
That is the price for Eve's deceive
She gave up our human paradise
Hiding in each and every one of us
Until the day we die
Adam will return as dust
While Eve stays to show death comes to us all!
The spirit and soul left us for eternity
As I remain where you last laid, your body rots away
You slowly depart, leaving me behind
You are going to the other world
While I remain in this box
SKELETON
Never to see each other again
4-1-10

If I had only one day left with you,
I would ask that day be in God's own time,
one day, a lifetime, every moment
an expression of love,
every hour a new adventure.
twenty four hours to slowly pass
with you at my side,
a never-ending dream,
always giving thanks,
one day left with you,
would be eternity.

Collisions avalanche, beneath the icy
Waves, of the North Atlantic.
Birthed in the cradled of Belfast,
A maritime giant, became crimsoned,
By champions shattered tradition,
An ironic omen presence to come.
For she bares tragedy’s mark, the name
Given to this colossus, the titanic.
An aquatic diamond gem, of ocean
Liners, refined and polished for the
Privileged elite.
A jewel shinning, with a brilliance fire,
No vessel could rival, this grand ladies,
Opulence.
The unsinkable legend survives even,
From under the brimey fathoms depths.
In the whispering wind echoes, carried
Just above the foam and sprays watery
Crest, a haunting refrain is spoken,
Ice burg dead ahead.
A sheer ice blade, is driven into the
Hulls breast plate, puncturing the maid
On her maiden voyage.
Death's fiddler plays an eerie tune,
As the screaming chorus sings,
Dooms lullaby, of remorseful regrets,
Of the living dead.
Abandon ship, women and children
First, but life’s greed proceeds protocol,
And man take seats reserved while
Others are simply left empty.
A once shinning star, is broken now
In two, rivaling in pain, she the
Grand lady, shutters, grasping for
Some hold, but fates evil hand
Pulls her beneath the frozen
Angry sea.
To rest at the bottom of titan's
Kingdom, in a crept mausoleum of
Seaweed, and coral debris.
Yet the Titanic still remains the
Diamond jewel of the seven seas,
Her mystery's beauty, a mystic
Inspiring mankind to solve
The questions that remain,
Unanswered.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
HISTORICAL

a traveller in wanderlust can’t blink her eyes
on the splendor of the place where she passes by
with a dreamy feeling she alights from her ride
gazes in gape to the marvelous beauty of a paradise
ambling along the green fields with bright flowers and yew trees
on the side is a gray mountain standing tall in glory
various birds hover above stretching their wings
some animals graze on nearby spring
colorful insects fly together in shapes of ring
taking a halt in every minute to capture all angles with her lens
in billowing skirt, once in a while sways and turns around with grace
heading gladly at the other end where a jungle awaits
unaware of other animals , some are wild and some are tame
while wondering and looking over yonder
she holds her lens, so eager to see what’s in there
a mother and baby monkey beckon with a clever grin
heart being captivated by nature’s enchantment
feeling agog, she gets in
aghast! two lions stare just in front of her
one looks so kind and the other one is cruel
despite her fear, she tries to capture them with her lens
before running away, two caretakers dressed up like Tarzan and Jane
show up saying, “Thank You Come Again.”
Nov. 25,2012
by: Leonora Galinta
First Place
Contest Theme: Viewing Life Through Lens
Contest Judged: 12/3/2012
Sponsor: Poet SandyIvy D

Through the whispering pines, down the valley's deep
And wide, do they call unto one another, the brother's
Of the winds.
North chases east to west, as south's warming breath,
Begs to play also, once around the world, over land,
Sea, and mountain tops vast divides.
Tag your it, not I says, the three, as they roll, and duck,
Shifting thus for cover's airy currents, above, below one another.
The east wind is the trickster, mischievous fellow, seeking
Up behind his brethren, than laughing with sheer delights
Gleeful pleasure, until his companion’s kindred, catch up with
Him and pick on him later.
Latitudes unto longitudes, these spiritual pirates,
Of freedoms quest, to remain as liberation's
Outcasts, to conventional reality.
Mother nature's wild children of the untamed,
Swirling divinities whom never rest or settle in
One space, air spirits tasting the everlasting flavor
Of abandonment's desire, beneath their wings of flight.
Soar with destiny's favorite sons, brethren beyond
Human reproach, except unto one another calling,
Come excel with exhilaration's, mischief makers
Extraordinaire.
Ariel acrobats ascending, descending at wills whim,
Concurring the heights currents as invisible eagles,
Than free falling towards the earth beneath.
Gliding dare devils challenging the open air,
Testing the fates of destiny's sails, to imagination’s
Boundaries without fail.
At night fall a whispering voice, she calls unto
Them, mother nature, come my sons, it is time
To finally rest.
Yawning with their blustery breath, these tempestuous
Mischievous lads, float a loaf towards the cave
Of the winds, and dream of the chase to come,
On the marrow's sunrise.
Illusion's dreaming realm tosses aside, it's veiled
Currant unto these ideal God's, whom play with
Raw power's force, using it's strength as if a game at play,
These brother's of the four winds, set adrift within
This realm of imagery.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN

On the streets of sin city, on the high roller's main drag,
Known as the Las Vegas Strip, a gentlemen phantom
Does stroll dressed in all black attire, striding forth with his golden Cain,
Flipping a silver chip into the air, and mocking at its power.
The devil's agent of deception is he, retaining a list of names
To collect upon, this gentlemen bandit of the forsaken.
He is here on the dark master’s behalf, ready to claim on
The I.O.U's signed by the greedy, and innocence fallen.
Quietly, moving amongst the crowded venues, he waits
Until his lord calls the name of the unlucky, to be reposed.
Dance do the neon lights, flashing towards pleasure dens of iniquity,
As ladies whom belong unto the night itself, offer their
Tokens of favor, for a working man's paycheck.
Black jacks twenty-one, cut those cards, and pass them out
The first timers dumb luck, will deliver him unto evil,
On this walkers dead man's list tonight.
Against the loaded dice, no soul is left unsanctified,
On the sacred green velvet altar, the wheel of fortune
Spins out of control, then hitting the baccarat tables
Wooden wall, someone screams snake eyes.
Then all is lost, faded are the dreams of illusion, melting away
Into the harsh desert soil, along the road side leading to sin city.
Beneath the arid sandy duns, lies the grave yard
Of the unknown unidentified, a missing persons
Smorgasbord of the rich and infamous, lying right
Beside, the unreported poor man corpse.
This is the Grim Reapers play ground, taunting
And tormenting, those begging for redemptions
Last chance to gain a reprieves pardon.
But when tapped by his golden cain of death,
Your life's essence has wagered it's last bet,
To the winner goes the spoils, and now you
Belong unto the devil.
People say what happens in Vegas stays
There, and rightly so will he agree, with his blackened
Heart and soul, for after all is this not
The capital of hell on earth, known as
Sin City, Las Vegas, Nevada.
The populations of the undead just added
Another’s names tally and the gentlemen
Dressed all in black, is sent a wandering
Again amongst the crowed streets, to claim
Another victim in the dark master’s wrath of
Vengeance.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN

chasing the dream
falling into a scheme
screaming as I fall
nails scratch the wall
going down
down
down
wake in a new place
hands reach and rub my face
people come to greet me
and they all agree
I'm not from this land
so they take my hand
and lead me to the queen
(who is quite mean!)
all dressed in red
from toes to head
then I meet an extraordinary man
who tells me how this world began
next to him are a mouse and hare
who go thru life without a care
that is where I meet the cat
who gives the man back his hat
a smile set upon his face
randomly appearing in a different place
taking me to see a girl in white
who asks me to join the fight
against the dragon who roams
the skies above their homes
I must agree
for is my destiny
dressed in my silver suit
ready to beat the brute
his wing flap against my face
why am I in this place!?
my sword comes down in a crash
he had no time to dash
now he’s dead and I must leave
but the man grabs my sleeve
and dances a little jig
and tells me that the world’s no to big
I give hugs and say goodbye
never shall these memories die
when back at my palace
I spoke my name aloud
“Alice.”

we dance to the offbeat sound
of daisies in our hair
(freedom comes in many forms)
hot sand on our bare feet
as we twirl and twirl to sounds
that others just are deaf to
I go here when I can’t breathe
this is the place to come
when life crushes
when it beats me beneath a boot stomp
of sorrow and invisibility
miles of blue ocean….
unsolved mystery
and shoreline of tranquility
warm balmy caresses on tanned cheeks
palm trees sway along with the breeze
seems they hear our song….
I am free here…in this utopia
a nirvana just for little Bri and me
she hears my music….she laughs
(and the sound is like a thousand stars)
and she spins to the notes
floating on the air
caught on a euphoric wind
I see her blue eyes smiling
(the whole sky shimmers there)
her little wood sprite giggles
fits of them as she chants
“watch me mommy!”
tiny chubby arms out wide
embracing life
and my heart melts
as she captures the wind
in baby hands and kisses it
with innocent girl lips
and lets it flow back out
caught up in the laughter
I forget that life is hard
can you hear our music?
come and play here….
only us three….we would dance
yes….daisies shine in our hair
girlish giggles skip the waves
we are united in our paradise
and pirouette faster and faster
in these moments
the ragged hurt disappears
and the sun shines again
will we see you there?
there is room for you....

a divine blacksmith didn't forge a winged heart of gold,
to soothe the burn of others.
The artist didn't mold my body into a scratching post chant,
where others can shed their dying dream ghosts
my heart was conceived from the sable fingertips of Dali,
a flint heart with a sheen of midnight black matches
straddling devil's dunes, in an upside down desert...
my heart wields a wicked chain, has selfish yellow teeth
it billows like an old factory,
discharging microscopic monsters,
easter island heads
the bones of carbon and oxygen
a pure oasis of death...
if you climb these ragged dunes
ride the melting clock
come take a nibble
turn from a flower into a flamed out rock.

How can one express the baffling depths of obscurity?
How can one behold to open the shafts of the mind?
I have never been able to solve the mystery—
Of myself. . .
I wish at times that my life was no more
That I could live as another and finally see things right
But I am always stuck in this darkness
And I cannot see this mind in light
There are beasts. . .demons prowling through the wasteland
Searching for any remaining life
And if they are ever found—
They are doomed and consumed
Fear is their downfall and they never fail to smell it
Their ashes remain, dancing with the imaginary breeze
It is silent here—there are no answers
I wish there were answers. . .
But maybe there was never a reason
No answers. . .
Talons extend and clench around my heart
They will never seek me out—they left me here
It is like they knew…I had no reason—that was the answer
I feel the pulse of my dangling life
Alone in the dark, whimpering like a child
I have scared myself, becoming this dragon-daggered youth
No balm in Gilead!
No eyes to see
All I know will never be free
I don’t need anyone!
You are a disgrace—scum of the waste!
You have everything, you ungrateful little nothing
You are a joke. . .
So swallow it all up like the pushover you are
Stand your lowest and trudge right through
No questions. No answers. Just . You.
Or just lie back down into the mush of disease
It has already infected you to the core
Accept who you are, you ugly pestilence!
I hate you
Who are you to be glorified?
Dream snatcher. . .murderer of all things bright
Saturated in what you call light
I see right through—even as the reflections shatter
All of the dead kept you alive—they all matter…
But alive you are the worst there is
False savior—edited attention whore
I never want to see your face again
See, that’s why I hide. . .
Desperation. . .desperation. . .
I sob and cry kneeling in defeat
For once I am right. . .I am right

The wind herds
the brown-paper bag leaves
pell-mell along the river of asphalt.
Gusts whip bare branches into a frenzy.
Mini cyclones scatter street rubble.
Flags whack poles with great abandon
and cloth lines bang rudderless into the clapboard.
Men with tear filled eyes rush toward shelter.
The sun still, and silent, lassoed by the herder
shines lemon ice upon the day.

From the wild western plains, I call unto thee my sister of the poetic heart,
Where have thee gone, swallowed whole by a desert storm, or lost amongst
The tumble weed of discontent.
Let the blazing heart of Texas yield thy freedom’s liberation, come home to
The pages of this sacred internet outpost, we miss your shining star, called
Friendship that you gave unto us, Linda, the poet destroyer.
From the depth of the very waters of the Ohio Basin I do call,
Let my voice be heard unto one and all, against the breath of the
Winds of dust, hear me my sister poet, let the soundings crash ripple
Like a wave upon the ocean of sand, echoing across the aroid landscape
Of Houston, we miss you come home!!
Oh upon hell’s storm the night winds do shudder and shake, with
Leaving inspirations heart to ache, what festering wounds have thy
Left behind thee, without our muse we are just the blind wondering
In the darkness of our own thoughts, unable to write with strengths endurance,
Any longer.
Behold a phantom shade am I, a thin wisp of breeze melting beneath the
Desert sun, seeking a mirages illusion known as my sister poet, Called
Linda, the poet destroyer.
A vintage portrait of my former self, without your words of wondrous
Expression my colors run together, and bleed asunder from my canvas once
So miraculous.
But here in my winter of ice cold, in this chamber of the frozen soul,
I call unto you, with one last icy blast of breath come home, unto us,
Don’t let us freeze in this dungeon warm us instead with your words
Of kinship, and friendship.
Let my words echo unto Houston, Texas, let our Linda answer our hailing,
So inspirations sisterhood can breathe once more a sigh of relief at last.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN

Perched high upon the escarpment
of sandstone rubble, the boy sat,
shaded from the rising of the sun
in the shadow of Kings.
Sharp eyed he preyed
upon the tourist below, and to his God Allah.
His path was a treacherous one
looped and twisting like the snakes of ochre gold
shone cresting the brow of Ramesses
in the unearthly Valley of the Kings;
far from the osprey and marsh grass
of the beloved Nile.
Below the boy, on a zigzag path
between the mouth-like openings to the netherworld,
tourists swarm, ants on a mound of honey stone
suckers of sweetness, oblivious,
as they had done for centuries.
He sat as his father before him
hunkered down knees to chest
the vulture heraldic creature of Upper Egypt
death eater, little had changed except
now the robbers wore blue jeans and not the hajab.
He had earned his small bit
of the twentieth century..hawking

Across the land he strides this night,
Amide the living and the dead.
He goes confidently in search of a fight,
Harboring no amount of dread.
He seeks those going bump in the night,
Including the living dead.
Cross bow at ready with hidden knives,
He’ll clear this land he’s said.
Wow to the wicked on Hallows Eve,
Be careful as you run amuck, and hide wherever you will…
For Van Helsings aim is straight and true,
As is his beating heart, a rare few have ever imbued.
And of course those magnificent fighting skills…
No one can ever outdo.
Consider well your choice of path between evil and the good,
For Van Helsing’s waiting right ahead…
To take good care of you.
Contest: Halloween Night
8-22-2012

Black is the oceans of the heavens, gleaming with the coral reef of
Stars, serenity amongst the voids abyss, it is fathomless, a
Universal sea eternal, beauty set upon the heights divides.
A rushing torrent of vastness ever flowing, always changing
Uncharitable by navigation or mechanical device, it is the
Infinite masterpiece of the almighty's master craftsman’s ship,
Too which the yardmen cast their sails of discovery, following
The farthest northern star.
Shimmer does the cosmic sand dust, aligning the distant
Planetary shores, splashing with the rippling waves
Beyond time and space.
This is the cradle of life’s essence, the tidal pool of our emergence,
Suspended above, lit by the burning sun on the horizon’s hardened
Edge of survival, without a ports harbor for safeties sheltering cove.
Captain am I, of my own destiny, first mate of mine divine soul,
I’m an elliptical voyager, seeking the unknown passage,
Beyond the outer limits of spaces tidal rift.
Floating islands of motions asteroids, bumping as frozen ice bergs,
Shattering in the gravitational pull of these space continental giants,
Melting within their grasping heated touch.
But I am a hunter by trade and necessity, looking for the prey in
These lunar waters of blackness, call me Ahab, seeking the great
White whale, slick is this leviathan, a chameleon blending, diving into
The rippling surf of this black hole of this universe.
Nay call me neither mad, nor insane for I've seen this space whale,
Lined with crystal diamonds, sparkling beneath the solar array,
Breathing liquid air and spitting it outwardly full steam ahead.
Mockingly at me, he winks with those sea foam blue eyes,
I'm not set to kill the beast, but to instead marvel at his realism,
And to prove the unidleness of my mental mind.
So I will tread this galaxy in search of him, forever to ramble
Along these distant planetary shores, until another soul beholds
This creature of divine beauty, call me then Ahab, seeking
To find his great white whale.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN

Tucked
in the corner
a nice spot
to gaze
waiting in anticipation
to see each poetic face
As each poet arrived
a group came toward me
three brilliant glowing spirits
Bliss, Love and felicity
We gazed and marveled
as gracious words we exchanged
a delightful slice of euphony
as tranquility rang
We sat for what seemed a lifetime
in stories of each poets dream
then before I knew each soul had flown away
O how I miss the bliss
of each loving memory
and each precious sunbeam
freely given by felicity
If just one word could describe that dulcet eve.
the word "Serendipity" would surely have to be
For such a lovely eternal garden I had the pleasure to see
while simply looking for a nice story, an evanescent dream.....
__________________
Contest ~ "A Table Of Four"
Rick Parise
Carolyn Devonshire
Andrea Dietrich
Linda-Marie "Sweetheart" Barianna

Pentagram house of worshipers
Voices of chants Echoes
Red skins in lust
Boiling in passion
Black in shadows
Naked in bodies
Dirt in pearls
Enchanting
As Sky folded earth
Black and white
Pure and clear
Hippocrates Sigh
Groans and screams
Passions of the devils and gods ….
Daughters of humanity
Invoke upon god and goddess
Demand peaceful life and wipe your misery
Heavenly cloth yet dark phantoms
Hypocrites in religious
People of Righteousness..
Open the door enter grey area
Deceive and filth using norms as their shield
Unveil masks
Call a priest and dance as beast
Congratulation
Again trap
In a circles of cell block
Clown choirs Sing a fantasy music
Title Goodness in disguise
Doubt of what?
Awake and rise
Celebrate
Pure as crystal
Hesitation is a dark energy
For us are unique
Jewels’ of existence Theist or atheist!
22/11/09

Sandy grains
wash over and over
a discarded glass
bottle
leaving what is left
smooth as silk
to my fingertips
touch
like a childhood
memory
thought over and over
once more
and as I look
out into the unyielding
sea
I recall your promise
words
I recall, over and over
again
like the waves splashing my
tan feet upon the sands
for you are overdue
love
to return to me
as I kiss my love note
to you
and toss the bottle once
more
into the dark blue abyss
below
my coke bottle
promise
forever and only
yours
I do stay
honest

Enter a storybook tale
Where I can be
The heroine you hail
Lucid dreams of soft reflection
A touch heated with lust and desired protection
A breathe a gasp as we succeed
Join the fairytale with me
Valiant night within dark eyes
the right movement and I make them shine
like moonlight on the steamy hot spring
care to follow for a little dip with me
Trailing like the water at my fingertips
Grasp me around my hips
As close as the breeze on my skin
Whisper lies as I let you in
Lips mumbling up my thighs
bare heart exposed to the sky
fire burning in my veins
Am I a mistress of this lust or simply a slave
Trembling with desire
Take me till we've lost count of the hours
enter this storybook tale
Where I can be the heroine you hail

Slain lies the heart of innocence, a vanquished warrior
Of passions flame, melted is his shield of honor, this
Gladiator whom sacrifices all for pleasures desire.
Cutting deeply, do the knives of betrayal, leaving raw
Wounds exposed to the chilling air, of sorrows fallen
Hero, whom elups forth crimson tears of emotional
Regrets, in this arana of the broken hearted lovers.
Steels weapon of faith, melts in the weakened
Hand, as strenetith medusa turns upon him, shifting
Him unto the stone heart of loves lost soul, leaving
Behind a monument of gray.
The concurred romantic ceases, the last true bard
Writes no more, this lytrical man journies through
The valley’s of the shadowed heart, clinging upon
The light of hope, yet unarmoured this soldier
Battles blindly in the dark.
Maidens fall before him, kneeling, yielding,
Their inner being unto him, but the reddest
Rose petals possed before him turn blackish,
Unto his memory of faded elegance.
The wind still whispers her name in the
Darkness, the stilled frangrace lingers upon
The breeze, the softness of her fleshes coreses
Lies beyond his warmth finger tips.
But one another worthy shield maiden will
Revive this fallen foe, and no force in heaven
Or in hell shall separate these beating souls.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN

Today I saw an unusual phenomenum
Bright colors like a rainbow burst
Across a wispy cloud or two
Red and copper, blue with sheen
like a million tiny candles
aquamarine and teal
a glimpse of heaven
I feel God has blessed me
with such a sight like no other
shared today with my family
a treasure beyond compare
also I feel an inner touch
from God to me, personally
Just to say-have a nice day!!
http://images.search.yahoo.com/search/images;_ylt=A0PDoS4ECYNMNTgAJSajzbkF?p=cloud+with+a+rainbow&ei=&iscqry=&fr=
...the rainbow clouds are a new view for me over the past 3 years...every time I see something new in nature I think how BIG is God?? How loved we are!!

The young men sat, planted under the overhang
like the pansies and geraniums that surrounded them in boxes,
as the rain pelted the terra-cotta terrace.
The mountain air was sharp with the taste of lightening.
Having bid farewell to the arched shard of a rainbow across the valley,
they sat tensely watching the celestial bombardment of Katmandu.
The lightening stoked the day’s heat,
thickening the early evening sky like the yogurt they’d eaten for lunch.
A home-made rice wine poured freely over their tongues
from an innocent looking water bottle.
Their eyes turned garnet with the harshness of it.
The bottle sat with its tattered label, upon the arm of the white chair.
The wine within tasted faintly of the gasoline,
yet, they reveled in it, and the freedom from deep seeded societal traits,
it freed them from.
Overhead, the sky was draped in a bridal veil of stars;
as I emerged from the room to sit beside them.

Forgotten you
As your mind collects the memories of yesterday
Forgotten You
Epiphanies tie into knotty strings of realization
That very moment. . .
You merely exist
Back then. . .those smiles
Those. . .distant laughs
Some you remember by name
Gone now maybe
Like the exhalation of the wind
Others dispersed in the world of arbitrary happening
Like leaves from falling, man-made trees
There is no doubt that they have
Forgotten you
Activate the bomb
Ignite the fuse
And you’re on next year’s history book
Never forgotten
But drained of all remaining good
That smile you gave
That happiness
The warm embrace so long ago
Salt-coated with piles of rubbish
Over last remaining mental spurts of comfort
Evil, evil, evil, evil, EVIL. . .
Always absorbed and remembered
. . .though never forgiven. . .
All good and gracious sentiments
Packed up in a box set nonchalantly in Downstair’s storage
. . .that chair with the broken leg in the corner of the room
That mangled cobweb holding a dangling, lifeless spider
A drowned sailor’s hat drifting through the current of the ocean
The single tear from a soldier’s vigilant, memory-stricken eye
The frustrating thoughts of a mute
The unchanged. . .HATED deformations
Forgotten you. . .
One soul brings to light weary, unthought-of happenings
Wedged deep into what she can only imagine
With not even a hint of understanding
. . .of the pain. . . .of the bewildering distortions
Of the ugly. . .
One soul merely vomits sickly verse after verse
As humanity embraces its downfall
The poet hangs onto her unjustifiable, forgotten. . .
Words

...A poem
is a spoon
that you can bend
with your mind.
It depends on psi
if you
are mutant
X or Y
a paranormal opportunity
or a wild talent
of psionic penmanship .
Stare at the pattern
on the handle
as you imagine
the handle
either roses or unicorns
are emblazon here.
So much the better
as your mind
bends the words
and the metal obeys...
Spoon begins to tremble
there is no knife
to run away with.
Then comes
the period
like an empty plate.
to contain
a bent spoon
with squeezed letters...

Diamonds scrape the surface of my skin
Leaving cuts that shine red ruby blood that follows
So addicting, beauty, what lies beneath us all
We search for this illusion
You stand an illusion yourself
Ticking time bombs rest at the bottom of this bodiless ocean
Take me higher, rising to the surface, waves crash, changes pull me under
Over and over I fall, over and over I fall
Like it's never happened before
I breathe in this water you call death
I'm surrounded by a sea that forever drowns
Even the moon couldn't pull me from this current
And I wait, I wait
At the bottom of this ocean
Apathy, oh apathy, no hate, just apathy
We all fall down
Now seeing blue skies
Open me up, breathe me in
My lungs full of smoke,
Breathe me in, I'll take you higher
Pull me out, I'll take you higher
I am yours to keep,
Take me higher

Snow sprinkles the ground
as delicate as sugar
crystallizing the exterior with a romantic heritage
only found in the heart of a child's imagination.
Like happiness it can melt in your hands,
and like happiness it can grow bitter like the ice you slip on
Forming miraculously to the curves of the earth
hugging till the land soaks in it's providence
white like the pages I battle with
Falling so passionately you'd think it was falling in love with the ground
And when it lands,
A blanket of perfection
glistening the season to a crisp
gently the sun arises
"there's no where to go today,
I'm just going to sit and enjoy the magic."

Something is wrong
The eerie silence sends shivers up my spine
I smell danger
But I am fearless
Out of the corner of my eye I see them
We need to act fast
I tell you to run
And don’t stop
I run for my life
I realize you’re no longer with me
I turn back
Determined to fight for you
I run as silently as I can
Adrenalin pumping through my veins
I see you lying there unconscious and bleeding
My eyes burn with anger
I take my chance
I need to save you
I try to fight them off around you
I pick you up and run
The weight of your body in my arms is exhausting
My body is weak but I don’t stop running
Gun shots are fired in the background
I drop to my knees wounded
I must get you to safety
I drag you and hide you as best I can
I try to run away, more shots are fired
I collapse with agonizing pain, everything is a blur
In my final moments I hear sirens, running footsteps
Now I know you are safe
I drift into a deep sleep
Never to wake up again

You must learn self control
Because if your heart Continues
To beat obnoxiously
when you imagine
My pink lips softly parting and calling your name
Or when you close your eyes
And dream of the way my hips sway
Thinking of the curves between my shoulders and my thighs
And that when you twine your fingers in my hair
My body will quiver and my voice will sigh
If your heart becomes erratic
When you dream of the smoothness of my skin
And the dimples that exist on my hips and my back
The supple curve that your fingers wish to grasp
Thinking of the nectar that like a drug you crave
And of the way your hands would lay
and the way I might taste
If your heart pounds wildly
When you dream of a kiss
Or the way our bodies might fit
Laying on the silkiness of sheets
Breathing my name like you've never tasted oxygen
when you imagine the heat
I might bring to your skin
And the way you could change
What I feel within
Like I've never before felt sensation
if you heart wont behave
Then you might go crazy
Wanting me like you never knew
the meaning of want before
Convincing yourself your in love
Dreaming of a lust so outrageous
That meer thoughts can make
Your heart pound away
Imagining the way my hips sway

A brainstorm in my head did rage
Releasing words my mind engaged
as these words were rearranged
They formed a poem upon my page
As I held it in my hand
A fierce wind blew
And in the wind my poem flew
Across the desert sands
Then over the hills with daffodils
Through the clouds it traveled still
Soon it went across the sea
Landing in an old oak tree
Then a hurricane came roaring through
And once again my poem flew
through the woods where butterflies roam
with sweetened words like honeycomb
When the storm was finally done
My poem once again to me did come
For the Boomerrang Contest

I shall live and die
By my own accord
Only my God may judge me
To him I've proved my worth
I am still here fighting
It matters not what for
On my ship of righteousness
Headed for waters unexplored
The clear night sky will darken
And the clouds seem ominous
I take heed to the sure signs
From them I won't digress
They are in the way of my dreams
And hopes that fill my sails
Like the wind from my heaven
Keeps my skin tough as nails
Evil comes to tempt me
I am not immune
Sometimes I play the hero
Other times I'm just a fool
Either way the choice is mine
I make it with my free will
For that's the gift he gave me
And for what I fight for still
The government is coming
To bring a chaos they call order
The line has been drawn
Between two sides there is a border
I feel myself being torn
To choose a fate in stone
Let this be a lesson
Why I wander on my own
Minds can be controlled
I see it every day
The weak wills fall like dominos
That lie littering my way
An obstacle before me
I iron will it to the end
And when the devil comes
to dance with me
I have already started to transcend
into everything around
I am the universal man
my true form I shall disguise
I am hiding it from this great Satan
they say will come for my demise
I know he will find me
maybe he already has
in a long gone nightmare
that my soul he stole at last
if I remember correctly
I can't say I recall
ever escaping his grip
or did it ever touch me
at all?

They called him the phantom of the sky
On the wings of a huge raptor, he flew high
Moving speedily through the air
As he faded into the clouds and disappeared
He was on a dangerous mission
To find the legendary golden sword
which could be found on Dragons isle
protected by creatures strange and vile
He arrived on the isle on the wings
of his white eagle named Snowwhite
To battle cyclopses with venomous bites
And giant scorpions that dealt painful stings
But they were up to the task
As Snowwhite ripped the scorpions apart
And he had the cyclopses beat from the start
As he thrust his sword into their hearts
The golden sword was guarded by a two headed dragon
That breathed fire night and day
But with his spear the dragon he did slay
And retrieving the golden sword, went his way
Then into the clouds he disappeared
As he headed to his mountain lair
contest name: fantasy
contest by: Mystic Rose

We’ve not dreamt the crystal morn,
the tinkling ping of sun warmed ice,
the egg white branch of lilac dipped,
the magic of the wintry day
which fills the heart with awe.
Such days of silver ice and blue white snow
the lancing spears of ‘cicle formed
awake are we to majesty, that all too soon is gone.
Gone in graceful austerity, a loveliness all its own,
the white of skeleton, these beauteous bones.

I live in a faraway densely forested habitable moon,
orbiting in the central Alpha Centauri star system.
I am a blue-skinned sapient humanoid,
and a pride of Omaticaya clan in paradise of Pandora.
I own the beauty of precious gem, a diamonds that glow.
Glistens like a crystal water softly flowing in a stream.
I love to ride in a back of Toruk, my flying dragon friend,
While embracing the love of the man, my avatar king.
The nature is where my heart beats...
I love the scent of flowers bloom in the field.
And enthralled my emotion with the song of birds.
Then make love with the avatar in the midst of forest.
In the land of Pandora, I cherish the love that I've found.
The gift of goddess Eywa, our life has sustained.
Value every single tears that these eyes held,
Then give all my strength to defend the beauty of our place.
This is where I found the man who changed my world.
I treasure every moment that our eyes met.
With his hands I feel secured,his touch made me stronger .
His lips I surrendered all the love I can share.
Nature and love , an eternal power from within.
This world has a lot of precious things to offer.
Come to me, let us dance in the psalm of breeze.
And cherish this divine freedom from within.
Inspired by fictitious character of "Neytiri"
from the movie "AVATAR"
Aiyah_025
Epic

Pine filtered air roams down hillsides.
Space in the western Rockies stretches comprehension.
Farms and towns in the valleys have room to spare.
Polite Mormons and crude drunks harmonize.
Rewards wait for the adventurer.
Cutthroat trout sip insects from stream tops.
Wandering moose snack on willows.
I have found a permanent paradise.
Let the lowlanders inhale the smog,
frantically rush into knotted traffic.
I was once part of this senseless game.
The caffeine fuelled dash to nowhere.
Keep your artificial palm trees.
Ogle those silicone breasts.
You'll look fashionable in your decadent urban scene.
Drowning your sorrows in expensive wine.
Allow me to laugh at your folly,
as I peacefully shine my shotgun.
The frigid breeze will soon turn to warmth.
I have found my mountain home.
Alone I sit in my granite palace.
Deserted by the coin chasing masses.
Distained by a woman who once loved me.
Tranquility infusing the crisp alpine air.
Wayne M Hill September 30, 2011

Ah…naughty sunshine…
The things you behold…
There you are…
See my soulful grin…
for you are captured
where I want you…
A brazen me
(in a moment of forgetting
miasma blackness and embracing light)
Sprawled upon a bank of green
My clothes strewn about
Helter skelter
(without thought to the disarray)
Now in only natures skin
breathing in the glory
of your caress
Touch me gently
yet fiercely in reuniting
like long lost lovers
With your great golden fingers
(that mellow me like a petted puppy)
Make me sigh out incessantly
great expectations
in the presence of your brilliance
Warm my body
frigid and shivery
from wicked Winters dance
Melt my heart
glacial to the touch
(from the last long snow fall)
May your sweltering glister
of coruscating possible
envelop me gently
Tiptoe naked
(feeling tranquil)
to the crystalline stream…
Limpid liquid
You make me tempted
(like a red cheeked fool)
to just dive
heart first
in this congenial water
heated by your sultry touch
and giggle like a little girl
rapt in my play
Can you feel me taunt?
“Come play…sunshine…come play!”
Shine your blushing
blooming rays
on my childish heart
I am perfervid and fiery
with all the pent up flames
that had been temporarily at bay
in Winters cold shoulder
Florid and flushed
I am fervent in my desire
to touch again your glistening fire
Naughty sunshine
Have others been here, just like me?
Oh…the things you see…

Cruising the Mediterranean
I don't wish to fight any more
I want to enjoy the sunset
On the sea I so adore
Please hold your tongue
In silence,
View the beauty all around,
Tend the sails with care
So we don't run aground
I'll make us Margaritas,
We'll dine in finest style
As our sloop carries us
Through many a sea mile
No fighting, please,
I beg you,
Let this be a sailing
in but total peace,
And anger and misunderstanding,
I pray that they do cease
So hold me as you did once,
No question of our love,
And watch the Albatross
As he flies off with the dove
The soothing sea to rock us,
As if babies in need of sleep
And the new memories we create
Forever shall we keep.

Waves crash the rocks in ecstasy
as I pass the archway
to the sea.
Onwards to the village,
busy cafes,
the aroma of coffee brewing,
as a power of teens gather, texting.
I venture down
a chestnut lined road
under a canopy
of Copper Beech
where bright shafts of sun
illuminate a lane of lavender
a sea of perfume
wafts the air.
Climbing an incline,
hills in view,
the distant sobbing
of water sounds
a trickling brook emerges
ambling through magenta heather
and thorny gorse.
I reach a stile,
entrance to the woods
where a carpet
of frosted red cyclamen
bleeds down to a deep dark glen.
A chicory lake lies there, frozen
as a mist uncurls between reeds.
The granite hills,
soft with snow,
luminous against a whale grey sky.
A copse of pine trees
surround a curving river
where trout pout, bubbling.
At the fold of day,
returning hom
The pale sun sinks the horizon
as stars tremble
into a velvet night

It waits...
A prickle about to lodge
In the heart of a Mighty Light
Above the low-dipped setting sun
The Knightly Night prepares to come
To lift me like a rising fog
Up to greet the countless stars -
That twinkle at a Sun's descent.
The horizon painted with lullaby
Of colours and their somber tune
Day's bed is laid behind blue mountains
And quietly it goes to sleep.
Inside the womb of a Sleeping Day
Begins a fierce protest
of dreaming thoughts
Now stirred awake.
Then out of the thick and cluster
And whatever dangers of flight await
Newborn wings of thought emerge
And rise and rise and rise
Captured by the winds of Night -
Arisen
To wander heights
To kiss the skies
To dance to the gentle humming
Of spirit drums -
Wings beating
A duet with the breeze.
So when day comes breaking through
Dawn is greeted by what was writ
At the festival of it's eve.
With merriment's ink:
A Kiss;
A dance;
A song etched deep:
Art carved out of sky.
Title: Night Poem

Steps leading
down
to a steep ravine
one path to
take
The cautious walker
moves slowly
measuring every step
Let's not laugh too
hard at him
He may look frazzled
but he has guts
If he is careful
He will reach the stream
This stream
flows through the canyon
leaving small creatures in
its wake
The light from above
shines down on
the ravine
Careful, man careful
The dangers are real
The time is very short
You'll reach your goal
and see life from the
other side
If you move carefully
and do not falter
with your steps

The light aglow does shine, within the wagon train,
Many voices sing, to the tambourine's enchanted beat,
Playing along the fire warmth, of their encampment.
All together their rations share, with one another, breaking
Bread with an evening prayer, over warm cider, to keep the
Nights chill away.
These are the lost people, searching for a homeland beyond
The horizons hidden path.
Can you hear the echoing sounds, of the cricking wagon wheels,
Or the wind chimes, blowing in the timeless mountain breeze.
The last wagon is the smallest, it contains a precious prize,
Of the Gypsies,
She is the magi woman, the heart of her people.
Fragile and bent with the curl hand of age, yet wise beyond
Her years on earth, a wondrous creature at one with nature.
Many winters passage have her eyes seen,
And felt the springs warming breath against
The raw flesh has she experienced.
Blessings birthing, and sorrows burials, has this
Lone woman been present for, the tribes
Precious Magi, named Mystic Rose.
Lean does she, against a willow staff,
Walking generations ancestral path,
Remembering a cultural heritage, past
Down by mother unto daughter.
Within this living monument of memories,
Beats the heart of a wondering people,
Whom have cried an ocean of tears,
Yet do they not realize they are freedoms
Children, knowing a liberation beyond
Pains and suffrage ultimate dream, to be
Free without boundaries limitations.
But she knows, the Mystic Rose Magi,
So see guides them along the well hidden
Venues, to the valleys evergreen, keeping
Them safe from apprehensions heavy yoke.
For they are the gypsies tribes and she
Is their precious gift the sacred Magi,
Named the Mystic Rose.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN

Dragon Holiday
(Be careful what you eat)
Dad and I went hunting on giant’s mountain
They sleep for hours at a time so we climb kinda sneaky
Crawl real slow over their big arms and limbs
And noses that snore louder than the wind
Our hunger grew as we entered dragon valley
We had our sights set on a baby one
They are easy to catch and put in a bundle bag
We charm them with a cookie and a smile
I had dragon burgers on my mind
They say the tail is tender and delicious
We love it with cranberries on the table with side dishes
A young blue dragon galloped up to us and spoke
He said his name was Teddy
I said, my name is Dave. This is my dad
And what a coincidence! I have a bear at home called Teddy
Would you like to join us for Thanksgiving Dinner?
Another coincidence popped up
They too have a holiday the same as us
And call it, The Celebration of Breathing Fire
His mom and dad said yes to dinner
But we couldn't put him in a bundle bag
As dragons don’t like to suffocate
We were so happy to find our talking friend called Teddy
That we could no longer think of serving him as food
Next to the turkey or even as a side dish
Because he was so polite and oh so civil
We simply had him as our guest for dinner
The moral to my story is
Eat your dinner but don’t eat your friends
The end
Created on 10/18/14 for- Fable to the Rescue – Poetry Contest

A world without worries
Where...how come?
Only man without feet
Feels not the torrid earth
Or child without nostril
Breathe not the toxic air.
The world...a war
Between the needy and needs
In the cage ring of life
The mad fight-a thought
Arming the hoe with stone
Against drought
The battle is lost!
A world of words
Porridge of hopeful phrases
In several dishes of religion
Their sweetness cures no hunger
Only an after-earth nutrient
Forsakes us in a world of famine.

Profound silence
felt and revered,
stirring an awesome emotion,
which stillness repeals
whenever brightness shines;
and the primroses' scent spreads the delight
of the mild season.
What do the stars
tell a lover's heart...palpitating
in tranquility, amid shadows
that advance with the pretty fireflies?
Dream, and reprieve from the loss...
hoping that love doesn't lay at rest,
but chooses to celebrate
'till after the evening, and tell romantic tales.
The invisible crickets chirp,
somewhat awkward to the ears,
I'd rather hear the coos of the owls,
which are richer and more harmonious in sound,
but where are they in this darkness, unless
they are mating in the willows of the lake?
Our blanket is spread on the wide Sheep Meadow,
with a superb view of those Manhattan's skycrapers,
towering over us as sentinels in castle's towers.
Juliet wanted to taste this freedom,
embracing and kissing her handsome Romeo,
not fearing anyone intruding in her paradise,
unwilling to leave anytime soon;
and unruffled, she would continue to love him.
What do the stars tell a lover's heart?
Accept the lovely rose that he offers you, and adore it,
because it has no thorns, to make you bleed in despair;
Sing with him a beautiful sonnet that Shakespeare wrote
for his lover who crossed the Atlantic ocean,
when ships took months to reach America's shore.

What am I but an ironic turning
of this mind, now frosted,
from a short walk around the edge,
of the corner,
promising to never promise,
even as I do?
And even, as I do
then; within the spin,
of what I've seen,
passing shadows and looks,
along here and there,
past where fragments of dreams,
cool under their own clouds,
time, and stars.
Ah yes, my dreams, let us
ransom other people, the other people
outside the door.
We have a way to go. Didn't you feel how much was missed,
just waiting,
to let it go?

Crystalline Winter Hollow
A camp fire against solid hollow black
Holds the cold and limited visibility
Hours come born without warning
Near to night, wild on the snow storm
A dim light draws us home vulnerable
It is a dot in the distance
Illusions of fireplace and warmth
A hunt for life between each snowflake
Moving on as the snow deepens under foot
Each step is sunken treasure subaqueous submerged
Cold and water take their risk in winters grip
The lake may not take the weight of passage
Camp fire is a long way off now
So is that dot of light called home
Frozen images are all that’s left
Hidden there on the distance, crystalline alone

How I wish
I could go back
To when I didn't
Have a care in the world.
I wish for the days
I spent running
Barefoot in the grass
Laughing in the summer
And eating icy cold popsicles.
I want to be free again,
To not have to think
To go and do as I please,
Ride a bike
As fast
And as far as I can,
Or swim
In freezing cold waters,
My cheeks turning purple,
My lips tasting salty.
I wish to sit on a hill
With my childhood friends,
And eat cherries by the bag
And draw on the sidewalk
With an ice cube.
How I long to relive my memories,
How I long to be young again
A carefree kid, in the hot Augusts of summer.

* There was one midnight hour when I stood alone
Beyond my bed, and before the window of the room
I was the child in the white flannel gown
Watching a white moth fly and a white moon rise
The whole family slept..except for me
They never heard me steal out onto the porch
And climb down the steps into the fresh night air
Under the sequined sky crowned as mistress of our valley
Something whispered to me, in a voice dimmer than words
It spoke with the drum of the cricket's thunder
Faintly capricious, lulling my steps upon the concrete slate
I struggled to learn how to breathe again this hour late
But trepediation vaporized, soft and cunning, wise
Temptation embedded my bare footed quest
Without hesitation, no fear of unknown
Lit by bleached crescent moon,
I knew I was not alone....
Inspired by Gareth's contest "Leave me hanging"

The Polynesian pearl of the Northern Pacific,
A glittering paradise gleaming in brilliance,
Set float amongst the oceans clear waters.
A beautiful jewel reflecting in the different
Shades of aquatic blues.
The winds of peace blew in this tropical
Nirvana, until the ruler of the far east,
Thrust down his mighty fist of power,
Against the foreign invaders.
From the land of the rising sun, did
The red dragon awakens, blazing with a
Fires smoke, scaring a nations flag,
For generations to come.
It's scared wings as silent as a
Tiger, stalking in a thickets tall grass,
Of disbelief, it pounced without warning.
The American flag did spread out in
Protection, over top a sleeping harbor,
Lulled into a dreaming state of world peace.
As the eagle did lie at rest, the sons
Of the red dragon struck, at it's farthest
Point edge of it's nest.
Setting it's kindling to burn and sink,
Beneath the waters, of histories swift
Currents.
The bird of freedoms liberation, now
Alert defends it's territory's, by talons
Claws, and sharpened beaks bite.
Driving the dragons brewed backwards,
And reclaiming it's rightful perch, on
The stage of destiny.
But the pearl lies tarnished and broken,
Cracked forever this once Eden, never to
To be a child of innocence again.
Only a white momentum stands to mark
It's loss, she weeps the Polynesian princess,
For what has been done can never be undone.
A pearl necklaces of peace, torn apart by two
Titan's nations hatred, now it is nothing but
A broken strand and she is a prisoner,
Caught In the choke hold, of power between
The two of them.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN

The faintness of flight overwhelms me
boxed in caged, corseted, in a cattle car of the air
pristine bells and whistles cajole the herd
as the breath is cycled and recycled through the
bellows of plasticine and metal
germs jumping from orifice to orifice
knees crushing bosoms braced for the portent
the potential
the promise
of the fall.
Faintness elicits only minor response
from the tenders who un-tenderly steer the crowd
small moans garner memories of the mallet falls..
but fail to unseat the kindness
so needed..sought
watery eyes wave
and the floor seems the only safety
and still the settlers stay settled in their complacency..
neither rising to gift an aged woman with their perch
or commenting as she hits the floor
ah the joys of twenty first century flight
in the belly of Virgin America.

I've been held in suspence
Wondering if you'd break my rules
So I could repent
The Real thing is
Im a horrible friend
But If you can forgive me
We can begin again
My Avitar - Thats the real me
I know many have been waiting to see
I use to hide away
Locked behind closed doors
But I left that Jackass
And now, what can I say - Watch Out World
I use to go by a lonely name myself
The Lost Little Poet
Well, now shes found herself
Im risky and Ive got appeal
Im only 19 but I know whats real
Life is harsh, and every one needs a friend
Im not the best and I cant promise I wont leave again
But what do you say
Lets give it a try
Be friends and write sonets in the sky
What do you think
I cant tell you much else
This is the real me
And Im ready to give the world hell

I walk in frustrated. My mind is full of anger
but I don't know who I'm mad at.
I just wanna yell but I hold it in
And take it out on those that don't deserve it.
Then the light flicks on and off
As if I'm in a ring.
I keep yelling "show yourself!"
But I get no response.
I feel an evil tension coming towards me
As I take a hit to the jaw.
I keep swinging and throwing blows
But I'm getting no where.
I keep yelling "who are you"
Then I take two to the chest and one to the gut...
I fall on my knees trying to hide my pain
Asking myself "who is this that's hurting me?"
A light comes, I looked up
And I seen myself.....

Underneath it all…
No, not clothe-less—not naked…
Skinless…we’re traveling DEEP within…
Imagine your skull cut…split right in the middle,
Opening up to reveal your AMAZING brain,
As the rest of your body unfolds…
The fancy clothes…the hair…the young or old,
Bones exposed…organs revealed…
The pupils of your eyes growing and receding,
As you look upon yourself…
You don’t know him or her yet…
The blood is spilling freely and you welcome the sensation that you are now experiencing
The heart is rapidly THUMPING from the sudden exposure
Your lungs feel the air on top of it,
The air that it works with every day—suddenly, it is foreign to it…
Teeth chattering, it is raining now…
The water is COLD as hell on Mt. Everest
Mt. Everest is bare…snow-less, compared to your cold, exposed body…
And no oxygen is needed to survive…
The reveling waves of your mind are forming all of these feelings…
You stand there,
Without a blink or blemish,
Staring at you…
There is no thought that you cannot decipher in those inner features…
Your brain is projecting a film in the clouds above you,
As your skull and skinless neck turn upwards toward the heavens!
The fat of your present has melted into the ice…
The guts are not needed for this ride…
No glasses needed either,
No jewelry…no tampons…no knives or guns…
Your eyes only glue themselves subconsciously towards the awe-full projection before you…
Now…NOW you are being introduced to yourself!
Your defensive Alzheimer’s disease is giving you a rest…
You are faced with the pictures of your PAST…
The ugliness…the PAIN—
The excruciating TRUTH that your memory withholds from the rest of the world…
Some even know your secrets…
But they can’t feel it the way YOU feel it—they never will…
The happiness…the comfort…the BEAUTY…
You see it all unfold in a movie,
Sound effects reverberating all around you,
The organs twitching—almost, with a mind of their own, embarrassed…

The swarthy young men sat, planted under the overhang
like the pansies and geraniums that surrounded them in boxes,
as the rain pelted the terra-cotta terrace.
The mountain air was sharp with the taste of lightening.
Having bid farewell to the arched shard of a rainbow across the valley,
they sat tensely watching the celestial bombardment of Katmandu.
The lightening stoked the day’s heat,
thickening the early evening sky like the yogurt they’d eaten for lunch.
A home-made rice wine poured freely over their tongues
from an innocent looking water bottle.
Their eyes turned garnet with the harshness of it.
The bottle sat with its tattered label, upon the arm of the white chair.
The wine within tasted faintly of the gasoline,
yet, they reveled in it, and the freedom from deep seeded societal traits,
of impending marriages, political, religious and of the heart;
one woman seldom fit all three requirements.
The wine flowed with the discussion.
Overhead, the sky was draped in a bridal veil of stars;
as I emerged from the room to sit beside them.

Nothing seems to make sense here,
If there is such a thing as 'sense' at all.
No way to tell the time of year,
Morning doves hoot and owls call.
The day appears to meld into the night,
Shadows lurk with no one to follow.
No way to perceive by the amount of light,
Is it today or is it tomorrow?
The sun is setting with the moon adjacent.
The tide is coming and has already been.
Sitting beneath a maple, I am complacent.
Waiting for the rain to rise again.
The air feels cold and warms my core.
No way to tell where time ends or begins.
Animals wake only to sleep once more.
Falling stars rest in clouds made of wind.
There I sit patiently trying to find my way,
Flowers walk and leaves roam along.
In this place where the night melds with day.
In this place where the clocks are all wrong.

I sabotage my happiness
with every chance I get
I wollow in my sadness
my fears and my regrets
I beg for love to claim me
but I am fearful of its strenght
I stop to smell the flowers
but soon forget their scent
I ache for new adventure
but make no move to progress
I dream of all that could be
but I am un-inspired yet
I have made myself a prisoner
in a cell that's dull and bleak
I view the world through Iron bars
as I sit and rot and weep

Jan Allison's - Fun Pyramid Cruise
Rolling shores of sugar form on crimsoned lands
Tan children run through cinnamon granules between their toes
Crunchy warm, doing soccer flips, glowing orange with the sun
Cascading sugar crystals wave good-byes
The yellow waves, light on honey oceans rise
Jan Allison's new Pyramid Cruise Lines launches
The flag ship, Gold Pyramid, to everyone’s delight
On honey sun and honey moon it sails
Glitters on golden Pyramid and sea
It lifts into the sky, one hundred floors high
Each deck with fewer cabins to form a shape
The ship is the first of its kind
Built in the perfect image of a pyramid with diamond top
To the top which rises to a clear crystalline ball room
Jan dances their at night
A dozen roses on center table in her room
Three white ones, 2 bright red and purple
And let’s not forget the brilliant yellow roses
Sent by every friend, from them to her
With warm wishes for a wondrous maiden voyage

Listening, reaching for the Ideal,
her wanderlust- devoid of fear
Seeking the truth-
The Mother- crying for a thousand years
Of all the pain
Inflicted-
They are killing Her in every way
Carcinogenic ants raging wars
Creating immortal scars,
Killing Her giving heart-
She cries... FEW know
But She shows me the way
"There still is a place,"
the Great whispered in my ear, "of where hush and lull
still abide.
Free of the stinking, free of the rapists and killers
of My apportioned Nature."
So I listened and became raptured by the picture
She bestowed upon me;
A placidity, a serenity of depth and white
Where the pines yawn
And the constellations are radiant-
She begged me to try;
"Live my beautiful, faithful child
In the place of virgin
left only because THEY
cannot abide by it's harshness"-
"But YOU", she sang, "can consort with the beast and
the beauty to make all One, As I die
In all other places-
I leave you this small piece of Myself."
I screamed to her- Crying-"But You, knowing of All- giver of All
Why abandon Your post?"
"Because The cancer is burning My eternal flesh into
nothing.
Only I am no longer eternal."
and I understood- and I followed her lead
Now I stand in a place known to few,
To Her, to me, and to the silent melody
Of Wildness and White
My eyes filled With joy as I heard Her caring moans
singing to Sister Moon -
Through an assemblage of wolves,
as She winks at me through blue, pink and radiant emerald
eyes...
I know I am home.
Honorable Mention in Mac Mcgovern's contest "Your Best Poem".

Walking down a mountain trail
barely there and ever fading
absorbing nature's beauty
far ahead I see a sign
"Oh good"' I think
"It'll tell me where I'm going,
and how far to the next lookout
or waterfall."
When I get there
I see no sign
but I wonder,
Was that a sign?
Then a bird begins to sing
like I've never heard before.

I figured they were kings.
After all what's a king to do
At a party where the guests had
Bad breath and rain splattered invitations.
By the way,
They looked like giants by the mantel.
Swirling a wine glass never
Held a tune quite like this.
I watched a drunk old man
Attempt to swivel his way
Into a date rape drug based teenager.
God bless the man who held his tongue.
God damn that woman by the host
With her cat hair covered Christmas massacre.
She was sweet enough in nature.
I moved back against a table edge
And became a wallflower
With too much lipstick for her skin tone.
After drenching myself with
A shaky glass of gin
I could spot one of the kings devouring a peach
And I could see why the ladies loved him,
Seduced him,
Disowned him,
And whatever else they did.
So I sat and watched.
I became a queen amidst
A cornucopia of pluots and plums.
I was a gift to the race of men
And a goddess compared to narcotics.
Pleasing was just another hobby of mine.
It goes great with a red dress and whiskey.

Now in the shadows a figure hides
Unmerciful rain collapses on my rooftops
The mind struggles to recollect lost senses
You take me on a victorious voyage to the Island of Paradise
Riding the waves of my intuition, I call for it
“Bring us the light at the end of the tunnel,”
I holler in the shade with Niagara Falls of hope
I hear you call to me gently in the dead of night
Why hide in the dust in the shame of frivolous defeat?
We graze in fields of forever gracious flowers as we lock hands
Don’t you worry—my patience is instilled in the dark
You elevate me higher than the clouds drifting wistfully
I trace your outline as my eyes acquaint with mystery
We have a slippery escape—a ride on a dolphin’s back
Staring…filled by the watery cadence
We sing merrily as we approach the trail of vitality
Trampled that you cannot accept my trust
The waves of the ocean bubbles us up with rare grace
I trace a detailed picture of you in the air
We ran faster than the breeze, rapidly brewing
I sketch in your panic eyes, furrowed gaze—and sigh
Give us words of wisdom to uplift our troubled souls
Not a cringe of movement, yet still I wait to create
We have to leap into the ring of fire—but how?
Imagination brought us together—now shadow, come out!
Let us be brave like the lion in the prairie…send us strength
Collaboration by Laura and David Breidenthal
*note: We wrote line after line without seeing the others' lines, and it actually came out quite nicely I think. : ) *
April 28, 2014

I went to Georgia without my bonjo in my hand
I knew it would be great after I landed and took a stand
I told them my name and they asked, "What's your fame?"
I reached for my muse and turned it loose like a goose
They straightened their ties and said “O’ me, O’ my!”
“We made a mistake about this poetic rhyming guy!”
Someone handed me a bonjo and they all joined the tango
My muse had its way and we had a wonderful stay
As we departed for home they started to sing,
“Hurry back poet, may your muse give you wings!”

Onward, tumbling,
graceful and discarding
the mirage of life.
Propagating pinnacles
and particles freed by the
warmth of oceanic wind.
Fixed, frigid, by crisp
artic breath.
The infinite ascension,
the transformation
torrents of blue porcelain fall.
A glued tongue to the childlike
icicle of Winter.

The house wears tight
and small like an old shoe
on a growing child’s foot.
Wanderlust invades in sandals.
Palm tree dreams scent the air
with coconut oil and jasmine.
The confinement ends with sleep.
The laces of reality snap.
Toes push forth into oceanic bliss
water rushing, embryonic fluid
balms the birth of dreams.
Barefoot rhapsody abides.

Raven eyed the moon glowered
in an anthracite sky
bleeding onto an India-ink stage
where Valkyrie’s pluck
dead heroes to Valhalla.
Wolf winds howl the ravished sight.
Rent storm with fang and claw.
Purge the all too monochrome plight
with the Bloody born.
Harken the twisted neck of owl
observer of raven eyed moon.
Mourn the passing of the faint of heart
for they've met their foreshadowed doom.

An endless memory we all have, for it has a purpose, a meaning
Questions bloom in our hearts as to why things happen the way they do
The path I walk truly takes me all around, smile and cries, doubts a few
But allow me to answer my question to you, can you hear me speaking?
I can still taste the light, the ugly bright that blinded the eye
I wept, a different place it was, cold and vast in size, and I no longer was alone
Another person held me high it seemed, and across she was my mother, O' joy was in her cry
New feeling came about, I felt weak to all, I no longer felt protected by the a wall of stone
Growing up was even harder, born into a poor family, my luxuries were limited, but I tried
Finding my self as the center of most jokes, I truly did drop my hear out and it cried
All along that road lost I was, with a million questions in mind, yet no one to seek for an answer
My dreams became my escape, the only strength I did have was hope her self all in anger
Life turns just as fast as it begins to walk its path
Little did I know it be I to feel a truly hurtful wrath
I saw many hearts shatter like glass falling on concrete into a thousand bits
Black hearts walk all over, purple they turn as life hits
Period. A new chapter, 21 years old a new me born
writer a poet? Born a servant? Born a writer? Born to write poetry in His service
A new path given to my feet, where it can walk free of pain from a thorn
Dreams follow, hope walks ahead, but my faith holds hands with my heart
A flower awaits, her petals ever so green
Beauty lives in her, astonishing sight, a more beautiful soul I have never seen
I a lost seed, wish to grow along her side as beautiful as she
A new heart, a new vision for darkpoet is dead, on his grave blossoms a purple tulip

Today I was thinking
About my first kiss
It’s really hard for me
Because it was so long ago
And to be brutally honest
Drugs
Have taken their toll
On what is left of my memory
It was back in the time
Of building hot rods
And cruising Main Street
Which for me was Chester Ave. in Bakersfield, Calif.
I was perhaps 13
Cruising the strip
With a buddy of mine named Warren
Though his last name eludes me
Lost forever in the archives of dust
At 13 I looked 18 which was a good thing
Because the girls we met
Bordered 18
And I do remember
That I was scared to death
One girl was ok
The other was, “Oh my God”
BEAUTIFUL
And I latched onto her
Like a junkyard dog
Does a thief in the middle of the night
And the one girl rode with Warren
In his car
And I rode with the other
In her car
And I suggested we drive
Out to Hart Park
We all sat together
Drank some beer
Smoked some pot
Then her and I walked
Down by the Kern River
Near the spot where I
Had watched my Mother drown
And I told her the story
And there in the moonlight
Lost in the beauty
Of her eyes
She ask, “How old are you anyway”
I wanted to say 18
I wanted to lie
But she was so beautiful
That all I could say
Is that I was 13
I expected her to get so mad
But instead
She asked,
“Have you ever even kissed a girl”?
The answer was
“No”
And as burnt out as my memory is
I will never forget
The mischievous look
In those beautiful eyes
Like a lioness
About to pounce on her prey
How her lips
Seemed as soft as a cloud
And her skin
Was like nothing I had ever touched
And she took me away
To a place I had never been
She taught me
How to love
Far beyond my years
And through all the years
Known as the hell of my life
She is the only person
I only knew for a minute
That I could never forget
Written for John's Contest.

I do cry for you at night, baby, and I am frightened of this love, for the love you
make is to my mind;
i want to satisfy every fantasy; make it reality.
So much I see in you...
Brilliance.
Kindness.
Sensuality.
Creativity.
I run for fear of being burned again, and I cannot allow that...ever.
I'm enchanted, trapped in a spell of delusions because I am unable to touch
you...
taste you...
feel your warmth upon my neck...
feel your mouth on my dark, erect nipples.
Do you know how much you turn me on...? How much I want our tongues to
explore....? Everywhere.
So deep, go deeper into me, and
promise me forever.

I hold three magic rocks, in my hand
Rolling them over and over and over
Leaving this reality behind, far behind.
Unknown horizons beckon,
Logic defying adventures await.
With one final gaze
Toward my unknown destination,
On a quest to find my father.
Mom said he left before I was born.
He won’t be hard to find,
‘Cause she said I look just like him,
But I hold the key of returning.
The ball of yarn he should have used,
To find his way, back to us...
___________________________________
For Constance's 'A Magical Journey' Contest

I manipulate summer skin.
You sleep a bitter symphony
Of languid purple vision
As men tongue at black eternity.
Love me if it is frantic and repulsive
For a thousand white milk rains.
My ugly shadow lake boy
Of the luscious chocolate garden
Will whisper through a gorgeous storm
Only to stare at death heave above him.
This girl is not like a sea of power.
No void to recall your bare pink woman.
Our enormous bed has honey lather
To produce lazy love at his place.
Urge me to see a goddess in worship
But please, let it be easy.

Grown up, messed up Peter Pan
Meet wide-eyed Alice of Wonderland
That has become you Neverland
Tell her when to drop
The city is your jungle now
You rule the streets from underground
'Til was the girl of sunshine found
Flowers grow in her footsteps
She is Life as you remember
Before all months became December
Will Spring return now she is member
To your shadowband of The Lost?
You, who once taught souls to fly
Fearless of the fall, you'd climb as high
As to paint your fingers blue with the sky
Now: Afraid of lifting both feet off the ground
Alice is vunerable to this Land's seduction
But she won't survive it's love of destruction
Unless she learns to fly above the corruption
Teach the girl; save our hope
Screw what courage you keep to the sticking place
With time winding down it is now you face
The monsters you grew; her blood you will taste
Forever after is you are late

As I opened my eyes, I saw the sun shinging bright
I opened the silk curtains and I stood in the light
I reached outside and grabbed a cloud, then rode it to the sky
I took the waterfall back down, then I began to fly
On eagle's wings, I traveled light, like feathers in the wind
I fell into a chocolate lake, and swam with chocoalate dolphins
The crystal chore was made of snow as I approached the bank
Twas the city of Atlantis, which I thought the ocean drank
I crossed the tattered bridge of gold, onto the other side
As a cricket then approached, "Let your conscience be your guide."
Somehow I knew just where to go, my eyes led me the way
Onto a giant golden ship, with sails as bright as day
We slid across the city, as it was made from ice
I layed back in my swinging hammock, thinking,"this is nice."
Just then a fairy flew to me, announced, "Now all ashore."
So I got up and walked around, and through the golden door
I floated down the diamond ramp, onto the leafy stairs
Then climbed the treehouse branches, along with the three bears
I ate some pourage then said goodbye, and rode a star back to the sky
I tell you friend this is no lie, it happened just this very night
And if you don't believe it's true, imagination is my gift to you

The passionate...pulsating rhythm,
Of your tasty...temple of doom.
Pounds a pummeling throb,
While hunting for buried treasure.
A lustrous...look like acid rain,
A hopeful...heart, a buried jewel.
My whip...willingly...whips,
A love escapade unwinds.
I raid your beautiful...body
Looking for the lost ark in the dark.
Erotic...exploration begins;
I explore a deeper crevice.
Solely...searching a secret tunnel,
Investigating, probing, and panting,
In the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull.
With my trusty archeological tool.
Hot wax poured...sizzling burns
The crimson scented wax streams
On this secret quest for love,
A stimulating last crusade.
Drops of salty...sweat
Bead from my fatigued...face
Dripping into the abyss of covers
And on the glistening skin.
Contrast: hitting the shiny...skin
The splash sound...is amplified.
A magnified grimace of pleasure
Protrudes the dark silhouette.
Steamy...lava skin yearns,
For a cool touch to extinguish
The heat of human friction while
Luscious...lips call out Dr. Jones.
____________________________
*Posted for an anonymous request
To write more free verse...

This room is so cold,
My goosebumps have goosebumps,
My earmuffs need earmuffs,
My coat has a jacket,
I mean COME ON!
This room is so cold,
I think some penguins just slid by,
I think that man is solic ice,
I think.. yeah that is a bonfire!
I mean COME ON!
This room is so cold,
Kids are having a snowball fight,
Is that man dancing or having a seizure?
Oh.. He's just shivering... Very Violently!!
Call the Police!
The Ambulance!
Is there a doctor in the House!!
Maybe I should help.
I would,
If this room weren't so cold...

Lady fair...my fairmaiden
I picture you in your bedchamber
facing your vanity contemplating
the sad beauty,of raven locks
glinting emerald eyes,which cry
only within',as no tears are
to be seen on your self reflection
The knowing of your one true love
....uncertainty is his return
as you slowly brush out ebony curls
trying to smile in anticipation
thoughts as a deep well overflow
and flood your emotion filled heart
Fingers wrapped in spiraling forms
you begin to tug in pouty frustration
longing to be touched,to be desired
as your wanting fantasy screams
within' the confines of your mind
within' the self being reflected back
....only seen by you,only known to you
If only I could,my mind transcend
defy the universal law,and
rip apart the fabric of space
which veils as a seperator
disallowing a moments grace filled
wonder of your loving touch
to soothe eachothers burning will
but...alas,my lady fair
fore we must wait
time takes care of eveything
in due time......

Endlessly at play,
forthright in work,
evolving to the tune
of passion eclipsed
Build a house with satin bricks
to etch a song from roots to mist
We all belong
Enfolded in rapture
In dreams, capture the wandering
of the soul-
if
allowed to breathe
To heavens it will soar

Oh what a tangled web we weave,
ever haunting in devious wombs...
tattered voyagers embarking to the confine,
and by nightfall, swarthy leather pants
whip and crack like the white flag
blowing and tearing in a cold snap.
On ebony sails the ravens are perched,
pecking at threads that dangle
from dusky cloths which follow
a foreboding path among the charcoal seas,
with only a pale, crescent moon to light the way.
Heavy weighted winds we will travel;
with no need cast anchor to rest, for
even under the darkest of starless skies
we will navigate through any storm.
Whirlwinds of ships
encircle endlessly in a carousel of waves,
each riding their horses in a cynical unison,
Captain yell fire, seize fire, aim... and fire again.
On the ashen deck the posts are split,
the ocean floor reverberating while
fingers trace softly around her lips,
saturated in sweat and tears... hope, and fear.
In our time we've marked our authority,
through scorching suns and frigid blizzards...
on ebony sails we headway forever
to our home beyond the sea...

I'm always close.....
.......i'm always near
no need to fear,my darling dear
even as I ride on seperate continents
long distance's just a matter of geography
just know...
that the farther apart we may seem to be
more space is now clear for you to feel free
my sacrifice for you to assure safety and peace
hopefully,one day,i'll be rewarded release
but in the mean time,I battle,for your love is true
security for the whole,lady fair,is what we do
A moments passing,only a moment
everlasting will be our delights enchantment.....

How our flame seems to burn
like a wildfire on mountainside
only to become coursed by the wind
changing directions to begin again
All of nature from a distance
across the rivers bank
can only stand in awe
in view of our flaming fury
burning with every touch
melting each to the core
as fusing the finest ores
I am your wick to your lantern
you are my deepest resevoir
of limitless oil....
you are my infinite universe
unexplored spaces
which I can't ignore
my venusian heaven of love...
You are all that....and more

I had dreams, sometimes
About him
always about glass streams
I used to love his company
Or the promise of it,
In my dreams.
Then my eyelids spread apart
And they stroked blissful clouds
As he made me mumble and
Sigh through my words
And blow bubbles of nonsense into the dense air
While lying in his arms
On his chest
In his mother’s bed
Cradling my heart
Caressing my
body
With his hand between my thighs
Rubbing, exploring, sinfully
Touching me
And the throat filling silence
And the sound of his mouth
And the expulsion of breath
And the symphony in his chest
And my love echoing through my body
With his hand between my thighs
And the electricity in my fingernails
And my limp, clenched, guilty, pleasure bond body
Anticipating
The exploration of his hand
Between my thighs
Before then
Before we were there, or I was there, or he was there
Holding me
Closer,
His hand rhythmically
Slithering up my thigh
Allowing me to taste the darkened fruit of paradise
On his mother’s bed
(and my wonder if I was dreaming)
no
before then
I can only remember Innocence.

It came with a flash upon my back
Caught off guard, suspenders hanging
Madly rushing to find a place so safe
From around the bend with a honk
“Hey watch your steps” was a shout
Horn blowing while in passing
One disgruntled taxi driver glaring
Newspaper umbrella in ruins
Noisy rumbling above from a subway
Heading down the track, clank, clank, clank
Brown dog barking, woof, woof, looking back
Shelter at last, finally found a spot
The rain came down with a heavy shout
Caught shirtless and without shoes
Now sipping coffee listening the blues
Feeling brand new tasting some stew

Separated by distances
As time dances in and out
The evolution of our being
Caught so tight, interwoven
Hearts palpitating, pressing
To expolore each possible nuance
There's a carnival of imagination
Left poised on every vacant lot
Teeming on the market
With unusual resale value
Captivating soul dance ether
Murmuring through density of dreams
Your thick breath whispering heat
Draws me towards the infinite

Time stopped, just for a moment
lovers crossed the inevitable line of ecstasy
indulging in ones fantasies
giving into the yearning desire,that burned so deep
basking in each others flowing rivers, turning the fresh lit
spark into an never ending blaze
no thoughts, no fears, no worries
suddenly, lightning strikes, the earth moved
and Time resumes
A cold front swept across the room
bringing forth an unwanted chill
not a word is spoken, their eyes never meet
for feeling of guilt and regret will be forever painted
on their faces
when the door opens, all innocence leaves
as the heart of the seed left behind bleeds
and a conscience returns holding one bound in solitude
wishing that time could rewind......

Blame was burning in her eyes,
Flames were screaming out of head,
Tongue was a piece of flash,
But heart was pumping fast.
Body was lying on a bed,
Night was cuddling with her,
Dreams were scattering fast,
But she was helpless to touch them.
How can she stop someone’s mouth?
What had she done so wrong?
Her welcoming steps were weeping,
And crying for her coming home.
Father was ill and mother was old,
Husband was drunkard and idle,
When comes late at night,
Demand’s money from her family.
She thought to kill herself,
But her little child climbed to her feet,
Her jumping fire fell into a pool of tears,
And her feelings were damped.
Suddenly her husband came home,
And started to kicking her badly,
Her mouth starts to bleed,
And she fell down and crying with pain.
Child was only eight and watching quietly,
His father was lying on a bed,
He stabbed a knife in his chest,
Sun was arising and he was playing in dust.

A poem including following words/phrases;
Nuclear waste
Baby food
Deodorant
Smiling Moon Face
Dog waste
Fortitude
Malicious love
Miracle of Fatima
Broken alarm clock
Lets see what you guys come up with; by Feb. One
Bonus points if you add; Peanut Butter and Jelly with Meatballs the daily special
tom

Soft, a gentle retreat
Like goose down,
sweet, and mild
It wanders through
meadows and green
Makes your mind
float to faraway
places
Overlooking the
countries own
beauties rare
Takes you on
rare quests of
knights and
maidens extreme
The flow is
impeccable
I dance here
I read here
I sing right here
Into my favorites
it goes.

I closed my eyes and tried to forget the way you smiled and those dark
mysterious eyes.
You touched my soul and I just wanted you to know that. You blew my
mind for so many years and now I feel so alone.
I cancelled you so long ago, I swore that this was finished. But the only thing that was
ever finished was a lie and I swore to my heart that it didn't.
Didn't beat every time I saw you, Didn't tip every time you smiled. Didn't trip over
myself every time I pretend that I wasn't.
It was all a lie and I couldn't control the fact that I wanted you, every part of you
and more.
I would sneak little glances at you out of the corner of my eyes, Remember
that i'm not confident at times I can be kind of shy.
I wanted this to be secret but it was just waiting to burst out, and as the years went
by I find myself dying to see you once again. Is that you I see on the train? I shiver
just at the thought.
How many times am I gonna flip when it wasn't even you just a look alike.
This has to tell me something this has to be a sign, If I ever saw you again I would
jump off a cliff so high.
But then again I remember you were supposed to be cancelled that's
what I told all my friends.
You were no longer viewing in my mind, A past show, just
some long road that i'd done traveled.
It wasn't until some time later that a friend
whispered in my ear, she told me that you were doing ok and then the feelings
started to surface again.
God I yelled at myself can you be anymore pathetic... I wasn't going out like that this
is the last time I write about this person.
I smile knowing that this poem is just the third of many... cancelled? It would never be
fully over in my mind, I mean a girl has to have her fantasies.

In her garden, with the humid scent of every rose
looking over amusement's risk and welcoming desire
I wish to find myself with you.
Singing shoulders, with your hand upon me in the sun
breaking peace like bread at lunch with butterflies
and water sprays springing up in smiles.
Cat tails blowing, laying down to kiss the ground
with sweet nasturtium on their lips in red and coral yellow
while we open our eyes wider.
In her garden, with the herbs she seldom trampled
sneaking shade amongst the trees while rabbit eyes alert
the world to paradise discovered.
In her garden.

Leisurely walking towards it,
My heart pounds with excitement
As I walk into this perpetual
Freedom,
It tenderly touches my feet, as
Goosebumps begin to
Drench my body…
A shiver in my spine refreshes me,
As hairs on the back of my neck stand up,
Its arms get closer to me
And embrace my trembling body;
The scent of surrounding lavender flowers
Increase with the breeze,
I breathe the odor of perfection,
As the sky brightly shimmers
With the gentle light of the sun,
I spread my arms, as if I were
A free bird, a symbol of liberty;
Melodies in the air began to chant,
The harmonious mixture of feelings
Was captivating,
I continued walking,
As it continued soothing my soul,
With its magical, delightful, wonderful
Harmonies that enchant the mind,
Venturing my life, I walked further,
Knowing how precious it is…
To me,
It’s something called everything…
I walked even further,
Feeling its sympathy…
A-h-h! Sweet empathy; it’s
A surrounding of everlasting comfort,
Emotions poured from the sky,
Cascading into its waters…
Particles of its smooth sand
Slithered on my skin…
Its waters that reflect the gleaming sunlight,
Its azure sky, its golden sand, and
Every single aspect of it…
Sedates my soul,
“Let your waves hold me for eternity...”
For in its arms,
My sorrow no longer can be.

Her eyes stared into the open heart that stood infront of her, she paused for a long minute
As if the minute were to last a life time she stood still, with an idle look
Gazing eyes, golden honey was the color that sparkled the rays of the sun upon contact
A gentle wind flew witnessing the event that would bond the hearts for ever, a promise it took
Her lips, O' where to begin to describe them, so full and red
They too stared, as if they spoke and asked of me to kiss them, to speak on them, a beautiful verse
A bright gloss made them shine, oh how I desired to make love to her with my words of spoken art
Those lips enchanted me, they hypnotized my every sense, a love curse
Her body, truly the shape of an angels, so pure to my touch, every curve, soft to caress
My arms around her, my hands playing with her hair, my fingertips kissing her entirely
Running my hands down her back, speaking to her inner soul and they made a deal
For I fell so hard in love with her, with her voice, her way of being, her body
I held her very thght, to my heart joy it brought, even a dream spontaneously arose
It sang unto my spirit, and right there and then my heart spoke out in rhyme, a beautiful note composed
I awoke unto a new dream, within my dream, of holding her hand, kissing her smile
All in my heart a motion album played, her and I starring in my living scene, art was the style
At the edge of a dock we once sat, kissing and telling stories to come
In her eyes I saw my dreams coming true, her pupils smiled at me and some
The skies are her mirrors, such beauty can cast a spell on the stars themselves off chart
I awoke into reality, she stood by me, holding my hand cheering up my weeping heart

The nights were long
and my days seem short
had to do something
so I left my port
A one-way ticket
on a greyhound bus
a compelling journey
inner feeling must trust
first stop,Durango
high in the Rockies
a couple of days hiking
loud thunder was shocking
Next stop,was Gallup
from here,began my walk about
unsure of destination
first step began my route
Halfway to nowhere
dropped my load,to look around
sensational insight
revelation was found
Looked back toward beginning
so distant,out of sight
looked ahead for the end
no end to my flight
Sort of like life
past and future,uncertain
adventerous journeys
once removed from our curtain
continued my walk
through the mountains of Arizona
amazing sights
spent the night all alone-a
Under a canopy of stars
cool evening wind
no city lights
a universe with no end
Infinity came calling
understanding to follow
somewhere hides destiny
heartsongs sung hallowed.....

Hope in truth/
When tears rule/
It’s cool/
She's got chainsaw teeth/
She's the planet pilot/
She drives your earth with one breast/
Bullet milk/
She pukes food for the poor/
Your earth mental slavery/
Backwards you keep sniffing blame/
Blame you keep eating blame/
A native using a blade for a plate/
Singing blames/
It’s a shame she's just a teardrop/
Truth lies between seconds before yesterday/
Dark/
Dreaded brains never stick to one pain/
Light/
Tears drop dead when days strain babalaza pains/
Throwing verbal stones I promote stick to one goal/
Its not a bate a way through the gate/
When curtains call/
It’s a mob of angry spoken bilinguals/
Spitting words after Shakespeare’s dead poetry/
Symptoms of a broken heart/
Teardrop/
Teardrops left in the dark with the child you curry in pencil/
The monk edited his preaching watering life with Drops of tears/
I am only 2 weeks away from feeding you your president’s brain/
In the demise of this tears you curry/
Drifting towards the endless life branches/
I breath symptoms of a broken heart /
The tap of blood was left open/
The tap of blood was left open/
Hope in truth/

MOUNTAIN SKIES
I want to feel the mountain top.
Kicking my last shadow to a complete stop.
Swallowing the clouds in the sky
No one to get me down from this mountain high
A shallow grave I dug, when I feel the need to hide
A danger zone, where all UFO's collide
Now, I found a sweet place, when no one is around
High on this mountain, hidden in this castle, I cannot be found.
Watching all that slithers from top to ground.
The smile you once put on my face,
Is now lost somewhere in the mountain trace
Finding myself paranoid without truly amazing grace.
This out of balanced place, is drying up my cries
A boundary, beyond the castles and mountain of lies
One cherished memory of your hazel eyes
Somewhere near heaven's broken walls
No one but God, can hear my calls
My pain flows above mountain waterfalls.
After trips, I have fallen down
Inside I feel as if only I own this ghost Castle town
No need to save me, from the moat when I drown
Just one last AIR BALLOON RIDE
Beyond the castle on every mountainside
A kiss of death sealed up high
Far away from what I use to call, Cloud Nine
~Finding A New Castle In The Sky~
By;-)

"Homeless"
I found a little turtle,
I assign it to my favorite green shoe box
I guess I over spoiled him, with one simple, pretty punk rock
He does not mind, when I hold him in my handbag
His presence makes me feel as if nothing will sound faulty
On the day I discovered he was sick
He scratched my finger twice
I tossed the turtle, back into the woods
The next thing you know,
He sat pretty under his shell, on my front steps
Here, I go again
I took it back inside by morning light
Weeks went by,
I told him I was bored of cleaning up his Poo
On the spur of the moment I had the itch to eat turtle stew
As time got by, so did his box and my castle
Everything between the turtle and I, became into a tussle
My little turtle my buddy, what should I feed you,
I ran out of money, all I had was a six pack of Mountain dew
This homless moment, felt like eternity
It was time, to set my turtle free
My tiny friend, with a hard shell, found many turtle girls
My itty bitty turtle tore them all up in two
Lucky me now I get to eat some real turtle stew. :)
By: ME

The dreams are the ones who enjoy our lives
So jump of the cliff and denounce your ride
Never look back, for single fly
Or to the unpredictable sky
Don’t let the thunder announce your demur
Shine to the future on your dry hands
Color your zebra stripes
Dace to the narrated smile of a wrinkled woman electing to part
To me all of us are fools
We are just ponies on a stride
There is no one who can empathize
We are in that simple transaction of life
Yet the one who will define our lives
Birds, follow your dreams
Climb the tallest wall, otherwise tear Berlin down
Stay close to your own footsteps
It will turn your predicted past
Put away your dolls, but keep them
They will soon rise to the light
Let the green surround you, and enrich you with its forceful gist
Sit back, but don’t unwind
It’s what we do now that will define our drive
Drive far away and write your path
The footsteps on the sand are the letters of your own book
The remains of your friendships are grips of your dance
Don’t be afraid of loosing a gasp of air
Keep hope on your save box and throw away the lock
Let it drown to the bottom of the ocean,
Let the wind take you by
Far, far, far …

10
I sprint as I cry in pain
Coach yells, “ RUN, PASS, SCORE”
9
Blocking out all the screaming
And the chaotic noises
8
From the sidelines
I dash through five tough defenders
With everything that I have got
7
Out of breath I devour the last of energy
I can use to score the winning goal
6
Ball zigzags in between my bright orange cleats
As I fly through many obstacles that
Get in my way
5
Five seconds left in the game
Will it make it in I think as my fingers are crossed
4
All the pressure is on that ball and I
As it soars over the field where I am myself and
Flies to high for the other team players to get
3
The ball tears through the goalie's gloves.
No one can drop the confidence level I have just received
2
The ball collides against the net, and I have caught a joyous victory
That exact moment pays up for the backbreaking, painstaking work I've put in
With every goal I score, I rule the world
1
That’s why I am the Power Player of the team
I don’t give up because I’m all determination
For my love of Soccer

Prelude Note: The Poem Tesu is based on a folk story of India.
The Tesuwalas* as depicted in the Poem are gradually
diminishing with the passing of time and changing life
styles. It's a tribute to that great warrior and lover,
who sacrificed his life because he had promised. How
and when you would come to know shortly.....
Hope you would find this wonderful Indian traditional
story a thing to remember. With best wishes before the
festival of Dewali (Light) ...Ravindra
Tesu A Folk Love Story of India Part 1
The festival of the splendid lights
Of Dewali, is not very far off,
The Tesuwalas* would come to wish,
You, your dreams and homes,
Remain illuminated
With happiness and colorful lights. 01
The Tesu* has come,
With its pomp & show,*
We have come to bless you,
“Your dreams may come true”
But please, take out some coins,
From the far-far corner
Of your miser purse,
For the little girls and boys of Tesuwalas*
Who come only once in a year to greet you. 02
The prevailing darkness,*
Would eliminate soon,
And all the blackness
Of the night too,
Would vanish soon,
Just light your lamps,
In this black dark night,
As, only one single lamp
Has the powe,r
To eliminate any darkness,
And you began to feel,
The glimpse of light sublime. 03
Ravindra
Kanpur India 4th Nov. 2012 To continue ….....
Protected under the copy write provisions of Poetry Soup as per US laws. Copying this story without the permission of the writer is strictly prohibited and would be subject to legal remedies taken by the writer.
Tesu* - The Name of the hero of this Poem.
Pomp & Show* the earthen pot (Handiya)
With a symbolic light in it and nicely decorated
with a face with big mustache on the earthen pot
is the pomp & show of Tesu.
Tesuwalas* - Hindi word. The young boys
and girls, who carry The decorated
earthen pot with holes and a light
inside on their head and come
Once in a year near Dewali are
called ‘Tesuwalas’
prevailing darkness*- A night without Moon/b>/center>

Christmas of my tenth year brought a four-ten shotgun.
No longer a tag-along kid
Assaulting the deep drifts struggling to keep up,
But a real hunting buddy.
First rule was to memorize the ten commandments of gun safety.
I labored with those rules.
Would we ever really go hunting?
We would go to the sand pits for target practice.
I could shoot good.
Then began lessons to drive.
Not really drive, but just as Daddy showed me,
I would, with exaggerated movements, put the car in forward,
Then reverse, and move it back and forth a few feet.
Stretching my spine to its straightest to see over the wheel,
And my toes to their longest to reach the clutch and break.
The makings of very heady stuff for such a little person to control a great monster
car.
I drove great adventures in those back and forth few feet.
I didn’t really comprehend what he meant
When he told me I might be the only one
To drive for help in case of an accident.
So I learned, and loved the driving too.
It made me more and more my daddy’s boy,
And more and more impatient for the day to come.
The car mastered,
We headed home from the sand pits.
The day was gray and damp and promising snow.
The car heater blasting back the cold.
Cheeks stinging with color,
I would finally, slowly, pull from memory each word of each rule,
Adding a definition in my own ten year old words.
With ear crushed to my bedroom door,
I strained with every fiber to hear Daddy’s muffled tones.
He told Mom he was going hunting in the morning.
Then with breath caught up in lungs so tense they hurt,
Eyes squinted so closed it forced a tear,
Just as if I made it happen, he added,
“I’ll be taking Judy.”

The midnight hour is upon me and the moon and stars are shining so bright.
As I awakened I arose and looked out my window. Below dancing on my lawn
were a dozen or so fairies. I watched them as their wings began to flitter and
their legs came off the ground.
Up to my window they flew, oh so beautiful each and everyone of them were.
They ask if I would like to come out and visit with them. I answered oh yes please
I will be right out. They told me to hold on I could fly down with them. I have no
wings I can not fly I said.
Oh yes you can just close your eyes and come along with us. I did as they said
and the next thing I knew I was flying through the sky along with them.
We flew down upon the lawn and for a long while we sang and we danced with such
delight.
Then they told me I must return to my bed for I needed my rest. So again I was told
to close my eyes and come along with them. And once again the next thing I knew I
was back in my room. They promised to come again another night and we would
sing and dance together once more.
I told my mother the next morning and she said my dear you had a visit from the
fairyland night visitors what a wonderful time I know you had. You see she said they
visited me also when I was about your age and visited for years. I am so happy to know
I will again be visited by my fairyland night visitors.
"All I have to do is look into my shining ball of make believe"
Entry: Land of Fairies
Sponsor: Leighann Anderson
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I'm standing on a crossroad.
And there's a storm coming.
The sand I'm standing on, will not stand the rain.
And when right and left stopped being directions,
I find that turning around is not an option.
I cannot go backwards,
cause even if i try to go back in time, I can't!
believe me- I tried.
The road in front of me,
the one I'm on, feels funny even to my toes,
and with every step I take,
I enter deeper and deeper a life I do not own,
A life I did not ask for.
The rain may wash the paths away
My name may be called from all possible directions,
but not even the disorientation left behind from the flood,
will shut the voice that's tearing down my throat up.
Because even if I don't own a path to follow, I'll keep walking.
Because sometimes walking between paths, is just creating an other.
Sometimes walking with somebody else's feet is simpler,
but ending up somewhere were you don't belong isn't.
I did not get here to follow footsteps, but to have mine followed.
With muddy knees and hurting feet, I'll get there.
And if the storms decides not come, I will erase the fixed paths,
maybe with water, maybe with tears.
Because the only way to know I'm walking on the right path,
is to make damn sure it's mine, and not someone else's.
And yes- I might not know where I'm headed,
but I'm sure I'll get there.

~Blooming Tale~
In limbo, we crawl on walls
Stare into a world behind curtains
Puzzled by the ends of -October dreams
A fight to scream, no one remembers
Once December is gone
Dark illuminating stars
Will carve magic notes on trees
January comes to life!
Ones the old resolutions end
Mortal mountains ready To Bloom
Taking from the clouds of yesterday
Surrender to the ascending view
Never to gloom again........
The winds of a thousand words form a new scent
A Flower-
-A new year begins

Underneath the light of the full moon, a she-creature
Prowls through the thickets wild.
Stalking quietly waiting for the canvas city to
Slumber into a lazy sleep, ever closer silent sleek black
Paws sneak forward ready to draw its vengeance.
She is the curse of the gypsies, made from the
Blood of a crimson star, which split apart and fell
To earth below.
Two small shards burnt through the forest canopy,
And cut deeply into the earth's soil itself.
Creations ground zero, for rebirth leaving behind
Two lunar figures, one of light, the other as
Dark as pitch, identical twins of a solar eclipse.
Spin did the wheels of the gypsy’s caravan, stopping nearby,
Finding these orphan’s of the skies, they became
Foundling's of the nomad’s tribe.
Oh beauty of the heavens did glow in the light
Of the bright child, as darkness’s black emptiness,
So burned within her ebony sister kindred.
These solar babies grew in power year by year,
Until thirteen summers and nights had passed by,
One day a great storm came to the tented world
Of the gypsies, flashing thunder and lightning,
Burned and tore at the traveling village.
The dark child crouched in shadows corner,
But the child of light emerged willing to sacrifice
Her life for those whom had saved hers.
Ascending upwards to appease the heavens
Itself the storm God, welcomed and excepted
This child of lights sacrifice.
But the child of darkness was angered, and
Took her revenge on the gypsies, vowing to
Leave none alive.
So she follows them, stalking where ever their
Wheels cut into the damp soil, this is the curse
Of the gypsies.
So these nomads must keep moving always,
But on this night many souls shall know pure
Terror.
For through the thickets under bush,
She waits for the canvas town to sleep, then
Will strike, to satisfy the aching within her blackened heart.
By tooth and claw strike, to be illuminated by
The beautiful face of her sister twin, whom
Weeps amongst the heavens above,
In sorrow for those she herself loved so
Much, are killed, by the darkness of her
Own sister kindred.,
Whom roars with fiendish delight, at her victims
Pain, the black jaguar a lost child of a fallen star.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN

I love to watch them eagles soar lands edge
I love to watch them unfurl their wings wide
I love to watch them dip and dive while circling blue yonder
I love to watch them acheive highest mountain peaks
I love to watch them crest their new borns in the nest
I love to watch them ruffle their feathers after a rainfall
I love to watch them represent the United States Of America
I love to watch them not back down from predators
I love to watch them continue seeking for missing mate
I love to watch them conjoin and start a new tradition
I love to watch them eagles soar lands edge

GREEN, GREEN, GREEN!!!
My name is Jade Shamrock Green.
I will not eat one single green bean.
When I get mad, I turn green!
I am wearing my favorite colored green jeans.
Hypnotized by the Irish color green.
Not every green path leads to a flowing stream.
I lay on the frenzy grass so warm and green.
I won a jackpot of green.
To visit the Green Mountains in Vermont is like a dream.
My eyes are shaded green.
My jealousy comes in the color green.
I diet on green veggies that are lean.
The Green Bay Packers are my favorite team.
I believe all frogs should come in green.
It’s a family gift to carry a green thumb gene.
My garden has the greenest life I've ever seen.
Lemons are yellow, but limes are green.
Not all Irish believe in wearing the color green.
My plants in my greenhouse sway with good self-esteem.
I'm the jester who wore a green beret for the king and queen.
The unripe sour apple is moldy green!
Flicking me a green bugger is gross and mean.
Why do all leprechauns wear color green?
Not all clovers have three leafs of green.
Green is the middle color of the rainbow team.
Good Luck, Care Bear's charming eyes are emerald green.
My favorite color has always been green, green, and green!
This is all about wearing green on March the seventeen.
:-) Happy March 17,

It is from my thoughts you have come
It is from within sensation that you have become
Yet…It is I who feels brought, it is I who is befalling,
Transpiring into what is beyond sentiment
Grasped in your presence, that in form is
A cloverleaf, an intersection of all
Realities and chimeras
Yet…In feeling, it is the winter, summer, autumn
And spring that season my years
Imane… afar the distances I yearn to reach, upon
The horizons of your outlying skies…
Shall we meet one day?
Or is it only the tip of my pen that foresees?
I shall only linger…upon these many pages
-Imane: An Arabic female given name which means Faith; Pronounced (E.man).
-Imane is the main character of a novel I happen to be writing. I have never been in such
marvelous experience before :)

Paint a picture with your mind
Dust out your cluttered head
Close the outer eye and open
Imagination’s keenest eye within
See now grassy hills that rise and fall
See the crisp blue stream that winds along
Now the downy clouds reflected in
The water far below its floating waves
Hear the sparrow as he trills his song
Crisply over lofty trees of fir
Listen as the brook sings back the tune
Of sparrow’s joyous song of sweet refrain
Never would one be alone if when
Creativity takes him such a place
He could see and hear and touch and taste
The joys which offered elsewhere can be his
If only in his mind’s eye, he can go
Locations that his fancied thoughts would fly
Nowhere is beyond limit for him,
Whose inventions take such grandiose flight
(This is a re-post)

Hot sun on my back, leaning over the horse trough,
scrubbing the green slim off the sides.
The edge burns my hands and arms as I look for a hold,
Finally cooling the rim with water from the pump.
The bouquet from the trough instantly painted a familiar picture
Of hot, still summer lakes,
Sitting under ancient willows,
Fishing for what ever small life would sacrifice itself to a young fisherman.
Water bugs scoot around the tall grasses ringed with green algae.
Teased by a breeze, willow fingers wrap around a daydream.
One of conquering its mighty branches, with tree houses and rope swings,
While crawdads keep stealing the bait.
The water is clean and clear and cool again.
With memories of her own, my horse pays homage to my work
By burying her face in the trough up to her eyes,
And blowing bubbles out of her nose.
(Some warm nostalgia for a cold winter day.)

Turtle Tom and Turtle Tony were walking across a grassy field
knowing that their hard shells would protect them from most harm.
Their natural enemies in rural Arkansas number only three.
The mighty cougar and its cousin the wily bobcat
have the jaw strength to crush a turtle’s shell.
The only other critter that presents an ever present danger
is a very determined and extremely hungry raccoon.
Rocco Raccoon with his sharp teeth and dexterous front paws
can, if really famished, eventually crack a turtle’s harden shell.
The greatest of the turtles’ enemies is a careless human being,
whether it be from a swiftly moving vehicle or a nut with a gun.
With the off road vehicles getting larger as time goes by,
a turtle’s life expectancy gets shorter as the decades pass.
Turtle Tom and Turtle Tony slowly caught up with Turtle Tim
and the trio of tiny smack talking tortoises told one another
tall tales of great conquests from their long lived pasts.

Against the pale October Moon, a lone howling cuts
Through the chill of the winter’s night, gleaming yellow
Green eyes flash in the forests wilderness wild.
Sleek mystic swift of feet, white powder chameleons,
Living by the creed of basic instinctual desire to survive,
In this harsh environment of the Rocky Mountains.
By the flight of the morning blue jay, spooked from his
Perches vantage point on high, the pack hunts in the
Deep valleys thickening glen.
Snow wolves on the prowl, seeking freedoms liberation
By tooth and claw, but these are beasts of the free spirit,
Out laws nomads, wondering where the restless heart so
Leads them.
Beguiling creatures of beauty, representing the raw
Force of power of the untamed soul, roughed individuals,
Stalkers of the ice and snow.
Spiritual brethren to the tribal Indians are these
Sacred guardians of the great spirits creation, darned
With mutual respect and admiration honor, let them
Roam freedom’s path forever.
Symbolic warriors under the skin and fur, does the animal
Run beside the human hidden within the shadow realm of realism.
Echoing in the distance, with a chilling presence that
Crawls up the neck bone of mankind, announcing,
Erriely, of the hunger driving them in silence.
Nature’s selectors, weaving the weak from the strong,
Legacies ancestral brave, soldiers of canines pack,
Living on the edge of extinction mighty wrath.
But looking into the eyes of the beast, one can only
See the beauty of a wild creature, whom wishes to remain
As he was born to be, simply put FREE!!
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN

In Australian vernacular
he was a ‘flea-bitten’ grey.
Not dappled like a dream horse
but speckled like a rock and not a
fine large horse like Tom Cable’s
roman-nosed, “Major.”
Dad, had traded for him- two rolls of barbed wire
and a fence strainer. He came with a used saddle
and bridle and the high spirits of
the seldom ridden.
Before he would let us mount him, Dad
knew he had to take the 'curry' out of him.
Rode him hard, through a ploughed paddock.
Rode him until he stood in a foaming sweat
ears sideways, subdued.
I can’t forget being led, those first few rides
“Don’t let go of his head, Dad” I’m not ready
yet,” and I knew the horse sensed the trembling
in my being, until one day his bone- jarring trot
became a solved puzzle.
I felt a gathering- a sense of balance between the
pony’s mouth, the stirrups and the reins
and from a secret fulcrum
I was posting, “Let him go now, Dad”
I shouted, and my heart and soul were
floated to some rhythmic magic.
Around the homestead once and back
I cantered
I pulled the reins, “Whoa boy!”
That first halt, obeyed, filled my head
for days and days.
Suzanne Delaney

The ringmaster left
but the carnival stayed in town.
Erect, proud, empowered people
stride by living the Crayola dream.
Awash in color, characters in the screenplay,
the scene played with aborigine like dream walkers.
No surface left to its utilitarian plight,
all stroked and stoked with the creativity
of the artist, all crooned to by boombox
and skateboard smack, or the concrete
slap of a mariachis’ feet.
The burnt bright white light shivers
to a Hendricks strum, and the caffeinated come
one by one hooked in to hook up,
to the juke boxes sixties twang.
Children play on Aztec snakes rising
from a soft foam of green with
mosaic skin and glass eyes
freed from the restrictions, the confines,
the confounded, gay, straight, bi, free
bleeding poetry.

As the darkness yields to the dawn
to deliver the heart from any storm
Of the blackness of the night so long
Where my fears and sorrows do belong
The new morn is a sigh of a brilliant song
The child awakens with the light
Ready to believe in the day’s warming sight
To live and love with open arms
And have no fear of any harms
There is hope and charity in the new day
Dreams and innocence are here to stay
Sun sweet sun
Come on, have some fun
Chase the night away
so the child can learn to play!

The bark worn smooth,
a scamper up.
Looking down takes my breath away.
Leveling off, I’m safe in the cockpit.
Flying the Iowa skies, way above the tassels,
Control panel at my fingertips.
Spreading my wings and charging the clouds.
Birds skimming by.
The branch cradling my adventure
is broad,
back firmly against the trunk,
sun over my shoulder.
Apple blossom shadows on my arm.
Between petals and freckles,
bright spot lights of sun
sparkle on my skin.
The petals are so pretty.
I pick a bouquet,
shinny down the tree, and
bring apple blossoms home to my mother.

In the Grecian bay, of Paradise lost, a slumbering Giant
Does sleep, at eases restless peace.
Beneath thunder mountain's base, across the blue divide,
Exists a bustling sea port, full of culture and tradition.
Beware Pompeii, for natures wrath hovers above thee.
Within safety’s sheltering harbor, the population lies
Completely at fates mercy, as if innocence children, left
Alone to play in the wilderness, without protection.
Look into the stilled waters, it is a thin pain of glass,
A mirror's image of a grand utopian society,
That's shattered in a tenth of a second by reality.
Here their echoing foot steps, down ancient
Roman roads, voices screams silenced by
Death's gloved hands, striking without warning.
A phantom people frozen in stone, hidden
Beneath an ashen graveyard.
Forgotten by posterity, until unearthed exposed
To destiny’s future.
Hell's fire storm unleashed on earth,
It begins with a quaking rumbling, an eruptions
Mumbling, forecasting a foreboding doom lying
Stirring does the mountain dragon, awaking
Inhaling, exhaling, releasing calamity’s white
Hot blaze against Pompeii, with the raw force
Of ten Hiroshima bombs.
A volcanic shock wave felt around the world,
Smokes pyroclastic cloud blinding the sun,
And biting at the global sphere itself.
Catechism's ultimate destructive tidal wave,
Rocks mankind to it's inner most core,
Leaving at flash points center, nothing alive.
Apocalypses Thunder Dome, a seething fire pit,
From which evacuation’s few survivors,
Become castaways orphans, left to the four
Winds mercy, a nation without a country,
A people of the seven seas.
Behind them are their kindred, memories
Forsaken of flesh and bone, now ashen
Residue buried alive for all time,
Legacy's tribute to the volcano
Known as Mt. Vesuvius, and a paradise lost,
Called Pompeii.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN

Pigtails, cowboy belts and new summer jeans.
A long ride to the lake. I can't wait to get fishin'!
I have to take Sis? Mooom . . . how mean!
Hurry up little sister, there's no time to lose.
Cut a new pole, dig a can of worms,
Run out on the dock and find your own place.
Pleading, with nose twisted,
A worm gingerly pinched between two fingers,
I finally agree to bait my pathetic sister's hook.
The day wears on and on, hot and quiet.
Shh, Sis, or you'll scare 'em away.
No, Sis, we can't go back, we haven't caught a fish yet.
Little sister just doesn't understand the fine art of fishing.
I said a little longer.
"But I'm hungry."
Just a little bit longer.
"But I have to gooo . . ."
Sis, please, it won't be long . . .
YES! . . . I caught one. Now you see!
Angry and tired and not impressed with my catch, she pulled in her worm,
And with a quick flick of the wrist, off the hook she did pluck it.
With hands on her hips, looking me square in the eye she declared,
Anyone, who would sit out here all day for that, is dumb enough to fish in a bucket!

We raced with giants and stalked Jabba Jab
Climbing on gates of metal and wood,
Fierce skin lacerated from thorny spikes
Our innocence excused by the gods.
With our light sabers in a clone menace
The troopers moved to protect all borders
From evil DarthNess and his invaders ;
Brave were our young minds with imaginings.
Driven to a rival galaxy and back,
We encountered Sith Lords both near and far
Pausing only for a drink along meadows
Or laying our wet gears on a line of trees.
As all Four Jedis of Yoda the Geek
'The Force was with us', and the Emperor too ;
Embarking yet on another episode
My super friends and I planned a booby trap .
While moonlight peeped through a blue of cloud
Suddenly, a yell halted our weary toes
Mother's voice chimed, “ Son, time for dinner”
Between reality and play, we still wandered!
Carol Eastman's You're A Super Hero
new poem
by nette onclaud

An old man looking out his door,
gaze fixed on a distant shore,
reminiscing to a time, not of happiness,
or, the prospect of a bright future,
to when he was sick to his very core,
to when as a youth, he went to war
A time before infallibility had meaning,
patriotism and bravado the craze,
the future was still unknown,
vigor for life at its all time high,
a time for romance, partying, buying,
no thought of pain, deformity, dying
Too young to understand or question,
ship to foreign shore, medals abound,
will impress the girls next time in town,
sacrifice not temporary,
forever more,
a legacy etched into a wall, few will remember,
flesh shredded, burned, torn,
families mourn
A time, when he willingly went to war,
will happen no more,
all lost in youth, now unrelenting,
no blind obedience,
minimal risk,
long life, his number one ambition
As he turns back from the door,
he thinks of the youth,
here now, soon no more,
lessons never learned,
the call to war,
to common the roar,
complacency the mood,
another generation removed
The old man agonizes
over what was originally not known,
war is preventable,
life too precious to waste,
the solution simple,
his vision, maybe too late
Send old men to the front to fight,
arthritis, heart disease, poor eyesight,
let the youth enjoy their life,
his near over, its only right
Send old men, to the front, to fight
ask them to give up their life,
patriotism and bravado, still alive,
will and desire would not last the night,
old men do not rush to death in their twilight,
failure inevitable, the old man smiles,
knows he's right
Wars not possible,
if old men, are sent to fight

Past the acquainted soiled city streets -
At last I arrived miles away from home
To my eyes a fabulous remote pasture of olive green
Along the strains of hills and valleys
Pristine mountaintops utter with butterfly breath
A greeting of lemon daisy waved gently in the warm air
I can feel the beads of sweat following my hairline-
Sticky summer has adorned the landscape-
With pesky bugs that I repeatedly swat away
As I approach the dusty stairs of country store-
The ice-cold coke machine salutes me
The ever-fiery children rushing to the ice cream freezer
With left over grins and candy apple faces
The young boys panting dog waits outside the store-
In hopes of that drop of ice cream that may pass his way
Rustling courageous dragon flies, with cobalt blue wings-
Diving in for a close up in risk of a blow to his defeat
Along the road I go with burnt sienna barns tilted to one side-
As tattered as it stands it’s filled with character and charm
“Antiques for sale” signs posted in a multitude of places tempting to the eye
Journeying in the wind someone’s summer attire on a clothesline
And the aromatic pine trees that stand established like soldiers-
As though they were cleverly eavesdropping
Now I sigh….
I’ve been to heaven amongst of wafting smells of fresh cut hay-
The wind tickles my hair into my face

I was scrambling through the forest floor,
rambling all around the underbrush,
searching for acorns and pine cone nuts.
I am on a brand spanking newfangled diet,
much more better suited for mice and rats,
which assures me a healthier physical mainframe.
While sitting on a stinking rotten tree stump,
taking a short respite, I spotted a pair of unicorns.
To my great surprise, the male was blue and the female pink.
To my chagrin, I had not brought a camera,
so I was unable to accurately record
this most momentous of discoveries.
I did my very dang best to stay sight unseen,
but I guess the pair spotted me and in a flash
the two majestic unicorns were long gone.
I quickly scurried back home and told my whole family
all about the pair of awesome unicorns I had spotted.
No one believed me and they placed me in a mental facility.
I explained to the psychiatrist in great detail all I had seen.
He slowly and sternly told me I must have been hallucinating,
because it is a settled scientific fact that all unicorns are orange.

The Old Salt was a special man who came along in a time
when he was needed most.
A time that is now gone forever.
When men believed and sacrificed, when hero’s walked the earth in mass.
When patriotism was not just a word
but,
by what men lived and judged the worth of each,
a man who lived a life most of us cannot comprehend.
An era now gone as this warriors tour of duty ends at this station,
and begins anew in the heavenly fleet.
Sail on Sailor into your unaccompanied tour,
we salute you.
What greater honor, that when a man moves forward,
he leaves behind in each of us the best of what he was.
A defender, protector, supporter, victor, a warrior,
the last of the breed from an era when ships were made of wood
and men were made of steel.
The Old Salt has reported for duty that takes him away from us for now.
Those of us who remain behind,
remember, and will continue to remember,
because he now resides forever in our hearts.
As I look up at night, I envision The Old Salt,
a beret draped just above the eye,
as he draws upon his pipe,
quietly he waits.
The guardian of heaven’s gate.

Rongtern Mansion
By M. Taha Effendi
(Verse Libre)
The front door of the mansion mysteriously creaks open,
I freeze.
Hoping to hear a welcoming voice,
But all I hear is the wailing of the cold wind,
The pitter-patter of rain outside,
And the roar of lightning,
The room reeks of damp, decayed wood and dusty furniture,
I enter.
The hall is dark,
I can only make out countless ornate mirrors glittering on the walls all around,
And a tiny candle that flickers on a table at the far end of the hall,
An old telephone sits beside it,
Squinting around nervously for any sign of life,
Groping through the darkness,
I reach the table,
An ornate frame is perched on the wall there,
An old man, balding, with a heavily creased face, firm jaws,
and blood shot eyes, bearing a somewhat sinister smile,
Looks back at me from it,
A strange macabre feeling suddenly engulfs me,
I pick up the cold receiver with a trembling hand,
holding it to my ear,
about to dial,
When suddenly with a flash of lightning,
I catch the smile of the old man in the portrait falter,
And hear the sobs of a little girl on the phone,
"H-h-h-hide me f-from d-d-daddy... H-hide m-me f-from d-daddy,"
Terrified, a cold shudder trickles down my spine,
fogging my mind and senses,
The phone slips from my grasp and hits the floor with a thud,
And instantly the echoes of the girl's sobs get louder,
They seem to be coming from behind a closed oak door a few steps away,
As I reluctantly make my way towards it,
The constant howl of the wind seems like an evil cackle,
I can't help but feel that someone is breathing down my neck.
I swallow a nervous whimper,
Finally I am at the door,
I turn the knob,
It is locked.
Just then I hear a floor board creak inside the room,
Confused, I crouch and peep through the keyhole,
I see nothing but darkness,
But I wait,
Perhaps my eye will adjust to the dark,
It does,
And what it beholds makes the very blood in my veins curdle,
From the other side of the keyhole was peeping,
A bloodshot eye...
Winner of contest:
"A Creepy, Scary Haunted House Poem, Please"
by
Constance - My Dear Heart

I have been walking on this trail
For a very long time now.
I don’t want to lose the others,
So I have to hurry!
Go, go, go, hurry, hurry!
As I ran, I tripped and fell
On the tracks.
I lost the others!
I can’t see them, and
My leg aches!
“I can’t walk!”
I cry for a long time,
Waiting for something to happen,
But nothing,
I’m all alone.
I felt so sad,
Sink, sink, sink in my tears.
But I heard a voice, though small,
It called right to me,
I feel it.
“Where are you?
I’ll come right now!”
He was hurt in the same way,
As me.
“Don’t worry, I’m here for you.”
“I’m not lonely anymore,
Because you are with me!”
I smile,
And so does he.
“I agree!”
“I can’t find my way back to the rail,
But I found a better path with you here.
I’m really glad
I got to meet you!”
The heart is warm.
I don’t feel sad,
I’m better with you around!
Very very warm!
I never want to
Leave you!
“I may not have met you,
Unless I cried my tears,
But I feel so much better with you!”
There’s no need
To cry anymore!
I may have lost the rail
I was walking upon,
But no matter what,
I will always find you!
The heart is bursting with warmth!

On a cold winter’s morning
in the Wicklow mountains
a lone man stalks the land;
his hound shadows him.
He moves silently, swiftly,
approaching a clearing
where the pine forest gives way
to heather-covered hills.
Alert to movement,
he steps carefully into position.
His dog stands stock still, waiting;
its nose quivers
in the icy air.
He slips the rifle from his shoulder
moving to a tree
bare of branches.
Carefully he pulls the trigger,
the dog darts forward.
Dragging the carcass of a Sika
he walks through a forest
stripped of bark.
Trunks ooze with infection;
the reason for the cull.
He hears gunfire ahead.
‘Could be poachers.’
He investigates.
Poachers are the true vermin
in this environment.
They kill for money,
no respect for the species.
Stags beheaded, bodies remain,
inexperienced hunters,
the wounded animals suffer.
An animal lover,
he lives a solitary life
at his isolated cottage.
Keeper of the deer
deep within the mountains.

Love is a wonder
shared by one another
it's the only reason
I'm not six feet under
Love in which I believe
in a will to sustain
I give back to life, now
in dormant states of pain
The power of Love
may not alone be enough
locked inside my dreams
escape only from above
higher than any human being
has ever gone before
I must have evolved
rise above hate, great once more
My Father taught me wisdom
I am imprisoned no longer
now an beast not of burden
I am no lion, I am stronger
on my shoulder sits twin dragons
long awaiting the day
evil forces come forth to
take what Love is left, away
A Hero of Love light
are what the world needs
angels, not demons
exist where ever you believe
follow your heart's direction
and you shall achieve
objects of affection
rid of materialistic greed
My bright energy
has awakened to a fire
never consuming the source
as the flames just grow higher
that is the desire
of a product we call Love
Fear, the counterpart
what I was once made of
I am slowly learning
how to win when my peace
is harder to sharpen
so I have given my pen leave
the sword has its uses
I must say I believe
to vanquish the evil
in the minds too diseased
to serve any purpose
except their own selfish ones
tomorrow a new day
in the clarity of the sun
where we two are now one
and one done now does
bring about a great change
lit by the righteousness of Love.

A Porsche squats by the side of the road,
keys tucked in the ignition.
We stare at the coupe with our salivating glands…
this devilish hint revving our hidden pleasure.
Slowly, slowly we cross the street
on impulse, Roy and I open the door,
gliding our bodies unto the pompous seats
as wheels start the trip, reeling like a breeze.
Not a soul in sight; this is a twosome joy ride!
With nary a conscience, we ram this big-time treat;
sliding a playlist right down metal -rock road.
Then, boomed a noise louder than the soundtrack
popping flamed lights, sirens in the distance…
oh, we just wanted some naughty fun;
but, men with badges are after us now.
The timing and urge for adventure, too brief
Our luck written on crisscrossed stars…
beneath flashy neon, we got whacked,
Roy and I hauled a thief’s runaway car!
Carol Eastman's Humor Contest
by nette onclaud... * from the perspective
of two young men, partly fictional*
1/18/2015

Welcome to the internet,
Where basic freedoms are embedded into the hard drives.
Where the memes help you through life.
Where Socially Awkward Penguin holds the door open too long, while Socially Awesome Penguin opens it for a lovely girl.
Where Scumbag Steve shows us the scumbag in all of us, and Good Guy Greg shows us our goodness.
The memes may describe the human actions, but not always the human thoughts.
Wordpress and blogger anger people, yet pushes them to protest.
Twitter, allowing little snippets from your brain escape, all in 140 characters or less of course.
Friendster, the hipsters’ domain of range.
Facebook being fought over by teenagers and adults since 2005.
YouTube, the keeper of memories, keeper of pain, keeper of anger, keeper of happiness, keeper of love.
Vevo, the music video enthusiasts’ devil, and God.
Welcome to the internet, It’s just a world fashioned by 0’s and 1’s that seems too real...

Uncrowned
kings and queens of madness walk
through halls burning with self confidence.
Nervous incandescent eyes peer down from rafters
unsure how their flesh and bone hosts
will survive visibility.
What do they see
these eyes of ghosts?
In reference frames
made so close
to images of what they know
behind shields of darkness and of doubt.
Drop into the heat
with the kings and queens of madness;
feel the flames sear your skin
as color once more fills your eyes.
Enjoy your walk in the fire
below the rafters.
For cold dark dead
with no shine but smell
will paint itself,
perfectly
over you in time.

When she was the first to step across the threshold
I knew things were off to a good start.
Outside, dark and lowering clouds pressed in,
But inside, her beaming face made me warm all over.
I wondered if we should still go for a walk,
But she insisted, hinting that I was afraid of the stormy skies.
In no time, I shrugged on my leather jacket and we set off.
The cold winds whipped at our clothing all the way to the park,
A little raindrop spattering here and there.
It soon intensified to a downpour.
The freezing drops soaked right through her coat
And her dark braids had raindrops sliding down them,
So we ran to a pine tree, and I placed my coat on her shoulders.
My shirt was instantly drenched,
Chilling me where it touched my skin.
But I did not care.
Because I was huddling under a tree with my favourite girl
And all it took was a look at her beaming face to make my heart warm.

We lie besweated together on our bed, our battlefield.
Where never and always victory and defeat are given or siezed.
Long years of exploration have not yielded up even tiny bits,
Of the complicated and beautiful continent of thy naked form.
The mountains of thy young and jutting breasts still rise in age,
Baby chewed and lovely, no stretchmarks mar their glad appeal.
Stretch marks nay, but service stripes on thy fleshly uniform.
I can only gaze and wonder where the shape of thy thighs will lead.
I chart still the swell of these velvet buttocks and the sharp valley there.
To draw a map of thee would charge a cartographer beyond man's ken.
This man knows not how ye change and dwell beside me and tease.
Perhaps the eyes of love see clearest for mine eyes see thee uncharted.
Lie besweated with me and glory in the joy of being each others gift.
Where this page wanders, I know not nor care, I wander with thee.
Parchment and pen and scribners tools I cast away to seek thy lips,
To kiss and find a new land to explore unknown and familiar to me.
Tell me thou lovest me and heaven be found and death doth not bring fear.

SUPER MOM
Every body has heard of wonder women,
This fearless lady who guards America,
Riding around in her invisible jet, with
A rope of truth tied around her waste.
Where ever evil intentions may rear it's
Ugly head and danger may strike,
Head on she'll face these challenges,
On our behalf and come out as the
Winner no matter what.
Now fiction is fun, imagination wow,
But in my book super mom has wonder
Woman licked hands down.
She needs no fancy outfit, comfort jeans
Will do, and stained ripped up T-shirt,
She cares not what she looks like,
As long as the duty roster calls, super mom
Will tackle the job, without hesitation.
What are her super powers, you may ask,
Able to leap the diaper pail in a single bound,
Dodging flying toys faster than the speeds of sound.
She has no rope of truth, but a handy dandy plunger,
Just encase an over flow happens, believe me
No floods ichy water will ever touch her domestic
Floors.
Hugs and kisses medicine, are her greatest
Healing powers, wiping away sorrows tears
With just a single glance, and soft words of
Praises reassurance.
The invisible jet, forget that moms suv of
Wonders is just fine with me, it's her four
Tire alter-rain vehicle, come what may
It gets us through the toughest of seasons,
Rain, snow, heat or the last minute emergency.
I could never repay what this wonderful
Person has done to contribute into making me
What I am today.
But super mom, will always be the greatest, of all super
Hero's to me.
08-04-2014

Bold is the heart of the adventure, seekers of the undiscovered
Frontiers beyond the realm of mankind’s knowledge. Hardy, bulling
Figures the unafraid, the uninitiated these spirited wilderness men.
Of epic proportions whom challenge fate, and defy death itself.
Railing against its white rapids of the unknown.
Hailing their indifference by yelling at the top of their lungs,
We will not surrender until the ending of our final journey,
Has come and consumes us utterly, leaving nothing left
But footnotes at the bottom of historical records dusty pages
Behind as our only existing legacy.
The great serpent snake of the Amazon, crawls through the open
Belly wound of the Brazilian rainforest, splitting the devils dark
Jungle in half, a beckoning demon calling unto the heart
Of the adventurer come explore me if you so dare.
Adversities freedom stalkers, heeded this challenge,
Grappling at the serpents tributaries rattling tail, biting
And spitting at them, with sufferage's malice, the reptile
Of aquatic distain, cost many lives of the innocent in its
Vengeance aftermath.
In this river of doubt called the Rio da Duvida,
This vipers poison travels fast through the veins of mortal
Men, starvation, Malaria and the mistrust of others destroys
The flesh from within and from without.
Leaving spiritual wounds that will never heal no matter the
Strength of one’s faith, or the endurance of the individual
Whom survives the attack of this snake called
The mighty Amazon River.
Three adventures made it through this black jungle of death,
Theodore Roosevelt’s, his son Kermit, and the leader
Of this historical group Mr. Rodon.
After reading about their story of bravery, I the author
Of this tail have one thing to say in their memory, bully
Gentlemen, and on wards unto your next journey’s adventure,
And may its endings final current find you well at the end.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN

August sun,
Leaves smell of heat,
You can hear the holly hocks turn to seed.
The pile of trimmed twigs snap as they dry.
Sister paints the cross pieces
The top of the board
The flat
And the underside
I come behind and paint the broad, flat boards
With long strokes up and down,
Back and forth.
Paint drips on my hand.
Hair tied back in kerchiefs,
Hot,
Sweaty,
The paint smells hot as the sun dries it.
Huckleberry Finn’s fence,
But Daddy had girls.

Reflections of imperfections
have shown me a way
that I can move mountains
through my power of faith
even though I can't see him
I know he is real
through the power of prayer
and a Love that I feel
It's growing inside me
like a flower in bloom
shall I reveal my powers
or is it too soon
I am reading the signs
through my darkness I find
a reason for belief in
the light of mankind
that I know shall overcome
the greatest of odds
the Love I seek amazes me
especially through the flaws
because now I am inspired
through the hero's that bring
my throne through the darkness
on which I return on as your King.

FAREWELL MY FRIEND
Within the heart of this gentle man, rocked the storm
Of the open highway, a blazing passion that burnt and
Singed at his inner soul spirit.
Spiritual kindred of the Harley idealism, born to be free,
Living with the wind beneath his wings of cycle chrome,
An eagle silhouette beneath the horizons lost venues,
Of the routes less traveled by.
Oh God bless this lost road warrior, for he tried
His best to live by the rules of honor, bravery,
And courage.
Beneath those wrinkles of age, a sparkle lit within
Those eyes that remained timeless, but only a biker
Can truly understand such passion that drove such
A gentlemen such as this friend of mine, known
Simply as Tattoo.
Oh the open highway is a harsh mistress, clashing
Hard with the review mirror of reality, betrayed by
The warmth of sorrows distrusting female, it was
All that remained left unto he whom loved her
Best, but the lure of drugs took him away,
Leaving us to wonder why?
It is said that God protects the meek and mild,
If this is true, may he stand at the right side of
The good and just. Beyond these troubling shores,
That seemed to bare down upon him so.
Let the divine winds of grace always remain
At his back, as the breezes of freedom blow
Through his graying hair, riding onto the last roads
Eternal highway on his majestic Harley, we bid
Tattoo a toast in destiny’s honor and fellowship.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN

What lies in the dark recess of the human mind,
That place where we dare not travel.
Behind our daily masks of illusions,
To another realm of thought beneath
Outward appearances deceptive delusions.
Here evil intentions are not spoken or
Shown in spite or malice,
But it exists none the same.
Behold good intentions problem child,
Those whom mean well but they become
Lost in empty corners called envy or jealousy.
Dark venues along life’s highway where
Humanities laws are blurred in lights reflections.
Beings lost within themselves, stand alone
On realities jagged cliff.
The candle of hope will not burn here,
Justices winds blow too strongly against
Truths righteous foe.
Laid slain or clipped creature cry out why.
But light has over come the darkness again.
Behold the golden hour approaches and the
Sun shines across heavens once more.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN

What could I really know of the breaks
in the land
huge canyons bleeding red cut by the wind
with the snow swirling around our tires
barns upright
and fallen to a tumble like icebergs
windshield riming over with a crust of ice
we scrape madly inside
trying to keep cold out
speed slowing
slowing to a crawl
always on the lookout
outside line appearing and gone,
no worries about
cattle led inside to safety to be watered and fed
but what of us?
Will we be trapped clutching a candle
wanting a chocolate bar,
waiting for a tractor?
and all the flat seeming land seems to have ditches
and roof pitches and rushing trees, and a swirl
of slumbering snow
to lumber down in drifts and piles
no fire would ever warm us
temperature dropping
dropping
until finally we see it shining in the dark
a lantern at a farm
a fleet of snow mobiles to greet us
scurry is off
before our ears turn blue,
would they fall off?
Luckily, not tonight, not in this blizzard,
we have home.

Oh my God the geese!
Standing in my yard
while wave after wave of them
fly over the roof of the house
from the NW to the SE.
Each wave ebbs and flows,
the geese almost exactly the same distance apart
the V is straight and they fly strong.
And the ruckus!
Talking and calling to one another.
As they meet in the big migration
they sound like
a gaggle of guys at the club,
or women catching up on the news across the fence.
You can hear the sergeant honk his orders,
his voice is deep.
A trailer squawking wait for me,
her voice screams.
They just keep coming
like the tireless waves against the shores
breaking up occasionally,
their order broken,
gliding amiss.
Sensing; ever slowly; the geese find the scent,
catching the current that holds primal instincts unlearned
spiriting them back into shape.
Now stragglers of two;
A quiet –
Then a new wave, large enough to surf.
How powerful the swoop of free spirits
beats into my awareness of self.
Spring, motivation, renewal, time to flourish, this beautiful wild earth.
The last waves,
are they the last waves,
seem tired;
pressing to reach the unseen place of ancient memories.

The Grapes hung in violet clusters
upon the twisted vine.
I should have been in bed.
Sleep covering me
like a warm blanket.
A ring of sugar plums
my only dream.
But No, I had seen
the Poster advertising grapes.
I had promised myself
only to steal what I could eat.
Never to be caught.
No evidence you see
except for a full belly.
No evidence, no crime!
I would do no time!
But Oh what a wicked game.
How those vines twisted,
twirling around my feet.
Holding me tight and still
No matter how I kicked.
My cry from the amethyst orchard unheard.
She came then carrying her Brass
cauldron as if it weighted naught.
A black cat hurrying along beside
with secret spices in a special black sack.
It was plain that I was the ingredient
and the witch was about To Cook.
She gathered things from secret spots
she looked into a book. She turned
and looked into my eyes.
My body shook and shook
and then a crash from by my bed
as I jumped up on the floor.
Feet cold, heart racing, a cold sweat.
Knowing it only a nightmare,
I patted my Purple cluster filled tummy
and crawled right back into the witches dream.

If Peter Piper picked a pack of pickled peppers, would you care?
Would the peck be put in a glass jar? What if he dropped a hair in there?
And, if Miss Muffet sat on her tuffet digging
and found the jar that Piper had hidden in the muck,
along side the skull of Cro-Magnon man?
“Ahhh, NO we’ve found the hip girdle and he’s a she!”
Well, ole Pipper’s pecker would have gone to the pie in the sky
and Miss Muffet’s tuffet would have gone to compost;
So, how would the archeologist know for sure? "
Why the HIP, you hafta have hips, miles and miles and mile of hips…
Baby you can be a hero of course just put that ‘orse behind the cart!”
Heart, well it’s left the building too. “Geeezzz it was just a pump
whatcha want from a pump?” Thump, thump, from the bump, bump,
then ya hump, hump, and my goodness, we’re back to Peter Piper and his pecker?
“NO, no, his peck of pickles and Muffet’s missin’ tuffet?
Well, I say the stars, yes the stars, show the way,
the celestial meaning of the id, the I, the you, the ego too,
and love “Ahhhhhh love the excuse for it all!”
The pickles, the muffins, the tuffet, the bumping the humpin’
The free for all of we!

I’m tilling to forget that night
of fire and betrayal.
Turning the soil over, over and over,
over days months eons.
Waiting to be fed when belly
aches with hunger and thirst.
Did you have to poke out my eyes?
Make me remember silk?
I am a thousand fists shaken
in night sky. I am broken
on gravelly field, a puzzle,
my boiling blood walked off
left me skin stretched under hot sun
bleached bones poke out.
The others walked off in disgust
when you left us without.
Once our riverside hideout
let us launch our toy ships,
rode bubbles, slid over rock
churning fast and away...
The baby down pasted nest no
longer holds us inside,
too noisy, cramped in quiet spots
by sea, beg drown sorrow.
I’m tilling to forget, turn soil
over and over, hope to eat,
hope the fire that escaped our soil
hope it was just a dream.
Hope you didn't steal our resources,
steal all our heritage.
We have no future echoes loud
down the halls of lost time.
We did the tilling that launched you
into a tomorrow.
There you are, sailing free, happy.
We remain. Left behind.

On a whim,
a demon will grab a fist full of mind
slap it down- roll it out- sprinkle it with lye,
then pull out its cookie cutter heart
press down hard...real hard...
feed pieces of sanity to its hoard....
half devoured they crap you out
into the shadow of an indigo night.
Clear the eyes
of the craggy miles,
slug down a cup of fog:
what is that sharp pain-that dull sound
just beyond the cobbled soul...
Something just isn't right...
stroke the cat
sweep the floor
croak "good mornings"
shower
wash away that crazy gray:
snakes are in the showerhead...again.
Go for a long walk
pick some daisies
sometimes that helps ...
but not today
hissing is in the swaying veins of the leaves,
the locust eat throat deep into peace...
Stagger toward home
into a hearth of talking bones,
read the daily dread
stroke the cat again
take another nap.
Pray for a warm breeze dream
to move the bloom of life
back into its golden vase,
temper the pendulum
sweep the suckling demons from the chest...
where the hell is my rolling pin god
in all this ffin mess?

In the midst of seasons the sun was hiding.
At first I cried but then I faced the light
-and I was only a spark of life's fire-
through the chinks of my eye.
From my first name until the last
I've been called a thousand times
I've been told a thousand lies
from my first time until the last.
Escape's destiny was not a choice
-roads were already there-
as I was leaving past behind
along with wounded flags and songs
to no country I belonged
as I ran into the wild.
Fear's power became mine
and I slept on bed of dawn
reaching my ancient route, touching my naked ego
softly as a fly
breathing the air from the inside
from citie's terrorism I survived
Lying on nature's nest like a bird,
like a bird child.
My senses binded were with the wild
-wild senses I let them fly-
and while I delivered my crown to earth's judgement
I knew I was no glorious queen,
I was alive.

I conquered the
Mt. Everest ofdistrust and
pain that kept anchored me down like a sunken ship in the Atlantic
your verbal abuse kept me off the radar
as I hid away my shame
my dismay was my watery grave
My lonesome journey was onerous
My arms and legs began to shake
I had to let go of my heavy baggage.
The weight of hate, and bitterness was unfathomable
When I released it, I was freed from the shackles of my past mistakes
Thirsty for nurishment...I took a gulp of compassion
I discovered that Love will take you the rest of the way
my tears washed the resin of my sorrow away
I laid out on the peak
and watched as the stars nestled themselves within the goose down comforter clouds
and the mist intermingled between my fingertips
That was the moment of truth
Where the world stood still.....I looked upon it like a shepherd watching over her flock
realzing how lucky I am to recieve this opportunity for change
Insight.. these are the moments are rare, and a blessed gift
That's when it's just you and the world
and the recognition of your destiny
I have a purpose to spread my love, patience,and non-judgmental characteristics
You can conquer your internal demons
whose firey tongues slither into your ear canals
spreading their lies
fraudulent and self loathing
clawing their way through your psyche and haunting your memories
keeping you locked up tigher than Alcatraz
We all must traverse through our own Mt. Everest's
I wish you well and a safe passage
But when you reach the top.
Plant your flag
In remembrance of the day you took a leap of faith and were brave

Dream Reflections
So drained,
I feel like a trained monkey
Who is paid to dance
I can't wait for
The chance to sleep
If it doesn't
Happen soon
Grim reaper might come
Knocking at my door
When I fall asleep
Driving home
I shall visit the moors of
Ancient fairies and
Hills of enchantment,
Once my curly head lands
On my feather pillow
I might dream of lazy days
Laying under a weeping willow tree
After taking a long dip in a cool
Stream on a hot summer day
Who knows where my
Subconscious might take me,
Good thing my
Admission will be free,
Because I don't have a
Penny on me currently
Time is ticking so swiftly
These trying days,
I must say goodbye,
Before I drift off to
Dreamland too suddenly
Goodnight

To the moon, Alice,
to one of the many moons…
Forget the rabbit hole for once
let’s go in a different direction,
to lands beyond imagination
Take my hand, Alice,
hold on to mine, and never let go…
Trust me as we leave reality
we’ll take that next turn to the right,
and race towards sunlight
Toss caution to the wind, Alice,
live carefree like a child would…
Cut off those ropes and hooks that bind you
don’t be scared of your own shadow,
rather, dance with it like there’s no tomorrow
Tap into laughter again, Alice,
so that fairies can frolic to its melodies…
Remember how good it feels
Cheshire cat grins—those come and go,
but laughter lives in hearts you know
Think not of time, Alice,
escape with me where dreams are born…
Step off that cliff towards uncertainty
just fly away, boosted by happiness,
embracing adventure and silliness
To the moon, Alice,
across and over it, to the land of Never
You’ve been to the land of Wonder
and learned to grow up, but I have to say,
sometimes going back to the start shows the right way…
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***September 25, 2010***
written for Deborah’s Harvest Moon ;p contest--> "to the moon Alice"

Entry submitted in honor of - Constance ~ A Rambling Poet ~
Rain, The Story 1/ 3
I am telling you a story of a lovely girl Rain,
So cute and charming she was,
Like a fairy or a refreshing drop of rain.
Rain had two heavenly white horses,
Beautiful, fierce and bold, like demons on earth,
She used to ride these bold and beautiful, one by one and
They liked Rain, like a fairy from heaven.
She had named the male horse as Past, and the female as Future,
Every day, she used to talk with them like humans,
As they were accomplishing, many of her unusual thoughts.
One day, while she was standing, beside her horse named Past,
Rain was trying to read in his lovely eyes,
The golden pages of her bygone past,
She knew that only her lovely friend Past,
Could bring back to her, the memories of her,
Most cherished love Aiden and the images of her lovely past,
As only few years back, she had lost her love Aiden.
Her most dear lovely horse Past
Was a brilliant piece of creation,
Having the silk color, of ivory white,
He was even capable to unfold before Rain,
Those bygone images and stories of Rain’s lovely past,
When she used to often fly and dance like a butter fly,
And felt blooming like the petals of a lovely yellow Rose,
Amid the company of her love Aiden, she unfortunately lost.
She came close, to her dear graceful Horse Past
And looked deep into the mysterious eyes of her favorite Past,
The Horse Past came to know immediately,
What Rain was trying to find, in the eyes of her dear friend Past,
Next moment, she felt mesmerized and lost in a new world,
Created by the wonderful eyes of her brilliant horse Past.
In the enchanting depths, of the horse eyes,
She began to feel herself comfortable and completely lost,
Rain felt as if she was standing, on a ground full of ice like sand,
Where her love Aiden was calling her, from a little far off,
A little away from her, but not too close,
Aiden had extended his hands to take her in his arms.
She ran to meet her love and to be in his strong lovely arms,
Embracing, kissing and looking without moving her eyes from him,
This was always a passion for Rain, like a dream thought.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 28th Dec. 2010 Continue in part 2
Contest entry: For this contest only
Contest Name: Rain, The Story
Sponsored by: Constance ~ A Rambling Poet ~
Written by: Ravindra K Kapoor

I am imprisoned
Amidst walls that speak
Beleaguered by chains
That read through my mind
That seek
I sense not even time,
Not a day, not a week
It is only in space
I find my years of light
I am a prisoner, a victim
Beyond all the painful and
The bleak
Still yearning to know,
I still bespeak
An essence of this complex, meek
Surrender

You were like a serpent
Wise, crafty
Whispering in my ear
The most extrodinary lies...
You were like the APPLE
Sweet and FORBIDDEN...
Once I BIT of your essence
My EYES were OPENED...
A myriad of colors
Assailed my senses
And pleasure
Like I've never known before
Left me quivering after you...
The simultaneous orgasm
Sounded like a fairy tale
Until...your cunning and craftiness
Showed me the way...
And now I know
The difference between GOOD s_x and BAD s_x...
I enjoyed your every touch
How you made my body feel alive!
But, now I have been
CAST AWAY from my GARDEN of pleasure
Cast away from YOUR LOVE and touch
Now, I must TOIL
In my own SWEAT and in the sun
Looking for a SERPENT
With the magic touch you held
Oh, to be BLIND once more!
Now, every man
Doesn't measure up
To your EVIL
Ecstasy of pleasure and SIZE
Now I am in the hot
Desert of the world
WEEPING and GNASHING
My teeth
trying to find
The GRAINS of GOOD s_x
Among the WEEDS
Of lousy lovers

I like sailing on the high seas over crystal blue waters
I like seeing the waves rising and feeling the splash
I like sights of jolly pirates swinging across the decks
I like sounds of parrots whispering beautiful words
I like scenic episodes that are challenging to the soul
I like seasonal ventures deep into the mystery of love
I like serious drama of swash buckling and bottled rum
I like shabby old treasure chests of gold and rubies
I like silence when the sea is calm and all is at rest
I like starting it again, splashing high sea adventures
I like sailing on the high seas over crystal blue waters!
Comments: Anaphora is the repetition of at the same word (or group of words)
at the beginning of successive phrases, clauses, sentences, or lines. This
anaphora poem is all about the pirates experiencing a high sea adventure.

Girl on a bicycle
long hair flowing in the breeze
Lazily journeying
down quiet country lanes
were wild flowers bow their heads as she passes
and birds joyfully sing from lush green trees.
The warm summer sun
smiles down
on the girl below
and pure white doves
fly high
through a clear azure sky
chrome sparkles
and wheels turn
up the hills and down
It's such a wonderful day to be alive
and take to the road and ride.
Peter Dome. copyright.2012.

THE LUNAR GODDESS
In the darkness of the lunar eclipse, a figure shimmers in brilliance,
The moon gypsy sparkles to the shinning on high, dancing in rhythm with
Motions moonbeams, that flicker in the elegance on the waters surface.
Illusion ethereal goddess of mist and vapors, gliding through reflections
Mirrors of smoke and air.
Clicking bangles of seductions desires, as the tambourine bounces against
Her hips to the beat of the night's melodic melodies tempting the innocent.
Raven ringlets curls fall from the dark mistress. of passion's erotica,
As the slender figure enticing humanity to leave behind their world of reality.
This sirens sweet song, whispers on the wind, come along and join me,
In the mystic enchantment realm of dreams.
But the faithful heart hears not her words, nor sees but the moon above
In the lunar orbits transition, for he knows the truth of the heart, and she
His beloved lies next to him always.
Displeased by his rejection, the temptress speeds up her pace, but nay
He responses by tenderly kissing the maiden laying next to him instead.
For loves true beauty shines with the vows unspoken promise, to love
Only she whom stands next to him, his life mate eternal.
Wrapped in the blanket of warmth two share devotions everlasting light,
And it burns stronger than any flame burning within the heaven vast divide
above.
No temporary illusion can quench the kindled spark that these two beings
Share between one another.
She tosses her bangles down unto them, crying in sorrows regrets, never
To have known such wonderment as these two mortal spirits share, for
She is the lunar Goddess, and is made of nothing more than mist and vapors.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN

Her name is Mirabella.
She came from Guatemala.
She crossed the border into Texas
desperately seeking passage
to Stillwater, Oklahoma
where her mother is a maid
at a motel just outside of town.
Mirabella is fifteen and all alone;
tired, hungry and far from home.
Jasmine and Lakita Whitney,
two sisters from Oklahoma City,
take pity on the young girl.
They feed, clean and cloth her;
then they drive far out of their way
in order to reunite Mirabella with her mother.
Hugs, kisses and tears of joy
are exchanged by all concerned.
A random act of kindness
known by very few people,
but it did not go unnoticed
by the all seeing eyes of God.

Il vaut mieux- as there was nothing.
None knocks at the door, as I don’t knock more
A horse doer, escaping from the stable
I penetrate a place then dropping from the window
Humming – hawing,
Rushing,
Sighing,
-In a far bench
I count the stumbling words, trailing the weakened tongue
Il vaut mieux- as there will be everything.
I come looking for incision to run away
The scattered papers, I let go
Trying another iron or wooden door
I’m crazy about wall’s hole
Joyful,
Sorrowful,
Lustful,
Our relation is like railway lines
We meet underneath the pressure of changing the course.

Oh "darn" where did that cat get to ?
Did you ever have that feeling.
That you keep seeing something.
Just like out of your vision of sight.
That cat will sleep anywhere.
He makes me so darn mad.
You know just like in that movie.
You know that movie "don't you"
The name seems to escape me.
I'll be so late if I don't get a move on.
I really must feed my Tom Cat first.
He is always disappearing somewhere.
I really must go,,, my tea party is waiting.
I do wonder if the twins will be guest hosts.
Maybe he's ran down that rabbit hole again.
He's always playing these sorts of games.
Here you are , I have found you at last.
Silly cat ~ he was hiding under my hat.
1 27 2012 fri,,, 11pm
Poetry Challenge #12 on Temple, on another site, one of the guys always did challenges, this one he put up a pic of Alice looking just behind a curtain. This was my take.

A crowded table, all suspended in shock
The sound of the shot dimming to a ‘knock’
Only silence, except for the marching clock
The weapon still smoking; an anonymous glock
WHO KILLED THE EASTER BUNNY?
Loud cries arise from the elongated table,
Jack Frost is shocked, the Tooth Fairy unable
To speak whilst Santa is checking the stable
For clues on the erstwhile maidservant Mable
WHO KILLED THE EASTER BUNNY?
They searched for hours, called in C.S.I,
Panic set in, would the children all cry?
Sandman confirmed the bunny had died
Batman suspected somebody had lied
WHO KILLED THE EASTER BUNNY?
Guests were quizzed, interrogations began
The mystery unfolded when Santa Claus ran,
Grabbing the pies, he tried escaping in a van
But was stopped in his tracks by superman
SANTA KILLED THE EASTER BUNNY!

Everyone should have a secret place
where everything is so beautiful, you just belong
as peaceful as a day is long, an out of your usual pace,
sounds of nature all about, where birds sing there song,
Meditation replaces frustration, along your happy trail
moving about streams, pine trees as tall as a waterfall
where pine cones grace a foliage landscape so surreal,
woes are meaningless about green grass, lollypop bushes
A cool spring where skinny dipping hasn’t a sign to obey
trails going every which way, too choose, you can’t lose…
your way, this sunny day, misty spray, a couple out to play,
no weight to bare, deadlines to meet, nor fail too win
time only absent from laughter heard as children frolic there...
in a caressing manner, with her long hair draped about your face,
sounds echo off boulders where water flows by gallons everywhere
yes - your secret place, where good time memories are your true nature

I am a book filled with a lot of pages
Turn me and turn me, each page is filled
There is joy and sadness
There is rage and peace
I am sentences
With each line I command
I flow in and out of every page
Causing shades of color across the canvas
I am words of power
Forming, breaking and giving life
My tongue swirls around in my mouth
Bathing in its pool of seduction
Ready to form its next adventure

The dream weaver of passion’s illusions paints magical visions
Within the soul of desires lost, the token King shifts wildly upon
The chess board of life, until he captures the Queen of hearts,
Melting her beneath his words of enchanting poetic charms.
But the black knight yields not the field of battle, for the flash
And glamor of a delusionary joust, can never win this maiden’s
Devotion, for her inner shield bars the mark of vows promised.
Oh in the bard’s eloquent lyrical tones, his sacred words sing
As sweetly as the nightingales soft lullaby, sweeping the dreaming
Damsel off her feet into passions imaginations world of pleasures
Fantasies, but a darker flame flickers in the night, guiding, calling
This wayward mistress homeward, for she belongs to the black
Knight heart and soul.
Bold is the white knight of clarity, trying to vanquish the
Dark arts beguiling spell, but no demons nor God, can part
These atomoshereic creatures drawn together by forces elemental,
For she is the light that balances his darkness,
And their binding love begets the balance of each other’s
Universe.
Welding his golden wand, the dream weaver builds
Crystal castles in the air, shinning illusions of Camelot,
Tripping the light rays of magic, tossing diamonds as
Confetti shards that sparkle beneath the moons elliptical
Brilliance, yet the queen’s devotion does not waver,
For she loves another, with the whole heart of salvation
Everlasting faith.
In the cold chill of the night, the Queen of hearts
Awakens, stepping lightly as If made of air itself
She steps behind the dark battle horse of fate,
Then placing her fragile hands made of porcine glass,
Into her mighty lord grasp, she mounts behind
The King of black, riding into the distant horizon
Abyss of darkness.
Screaming in protest the wizard of illusion falls
Into madness’s sorrow, for his lost love betrayal,
But she smiles in the night, embracing this
Lord of passions flame.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN

Rushing down the mountains
It jumps with glee
Can’t wait to meet the sea
Winds through the mountains
Forests, valleys and greens
Fishes and insects sail along
Feeds Animals and Birds with joy
Its color matches the sky
Pure and virgin
Rushes through the land of man
Can’t wait to meet the sea
Man calls it river
Makes it flow like gutter
The sky is polluted
The river matches the sky
Slows down the river
Misused and abused
Where is the sea?
It hits upon a wall
It leaps upon and peeps
The other side, dry and barren
Far away rests the sea
Waits for the walls to open
Feeds the parched lands with bliss
Winds down the offered path
Can it meet the sea?

I am about to take a trip into the lens of thought.
I am going to magnify the face to be.
Sometimes it may be pretty as ugly goes.
Otherwise, it is an ugly feature.
This journey I am partaking is sociologically constructed.
It defines why the world is stuck on stupid.
Nothing more than you being more refined than me.
I see you are a masterpiece.
Expeditious I am.
In search of new populations, I travel the Pacific.
Indigenous people are there to discover.
I will not trip when I see a different sister and brother.
This crossing must be made in this day and age.
Excursion digress to acumen investigated.
Natives of new country longing to be unearth.
I am in quest for a difference in the universe.
Toddling to not be a todd,
I will ramble the Eastern and Western hemisphere.
As the explorers did long ago, by vessel I go.
From East Pacific to West, I look for what is there.
I imagine only reptiles and amphibians in the East and water mammals sunbathing in the West.
This is a knowledge quest endeavoring.
If I do discover indigenous people,
I will be very cautious to not assume their normality.
Embracing their difference, if I am allowed.
How long I am there, who knows?
I came to educate and inspire.
Through my navigation system, I will share out.
If a signal is not given, I am disallowed.
Therefore, will I return to my home land, is question to ponder.
Insofar as I sally forth imagism via looking through the lens of thought,
Expeditious is my cognizance, as I trudge forward for gen, the world is a brilliant place to be within.
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PENNED ON JANUARY 09, 2015!

Things get bad, then they get good again.
You can write yourself angry.
You can write yourself sick.
But never
ever
should you write yourself sorry.
The world, to me, is many things:
A canvas, a movie, a place to store
everything you are and will ever be,
but never a bell jar.
As long as your hands can shake
and your voice can quiver,
never close the door.
Love the ground under your feet,
and your only sadness
will be that a blanket of sky
can't keep off the cold.
Smile with every breath you take,
and you'll realize that,
no matter how much you weep,
you will never fill an ocean.
Look inside your heart:
There's answer there.
You'll find,
deep in an oblivion of night,
there is a light somewhere.
It may not be much light,
but it's brighter than darkness.
Follow it.
If you seek, you will find
yourself always involved in
something,
and as long as that door never closes,
whatever something will be enough.
I promise.

Wait ! the troll said.....
As he jumped in front of him.
You have the smell of human on you.
Therefore, I can not let you pass thru.
The mouse said, but I have just what you need.
The troll looked him up and down, and ask.
Now just what would that be ?
What is it that you think you have ?
" That I want", ask the troll.
The mouse always heard that trolls were
really very stupid.
The mouse replied......
But you let the others pass.
I know this because I seen it.
Troll answered, yes, but, that has nothing to do with you.
And if you displease me, I will eat you on this day.
The mouse thought to himself.......
Magic always works, but, only when you think you haven't
been tricked.
Troll replied , well I'm waiting, to cook you in my dinner pot.
Within my cave of cold gray stone as I chew on your bones.
Though I do prefer the taste of human little girls, and boys.
The mouse got that gleam in his eye, "as he replied".
When I was out and about this very morning I seen the valley.
Where all the human girls and boys come out to play.
There's even some that hang out in a basket all day.
The trolls eyes got very big, as he ask", where is this valley?
The mouse said, with a big grin, why", it's just back over that hill.
The troll said, if you are lying to me, I will eat you when I get back.
And he walked off over that hill, as he said, wait for me here.
The mouse waited till the troll was far enough away.
So he could be on his way, the mouse thought to himself.
There really may be a valley where the human children play.
But not over that hill, maybe over another hill, but not there.
At least ways not anywhere near that hungry old troll.
As the mouse went on his way, he thought......
The trouble with trolls is, " they're really very stupid".
4/ 27/ 2012 pm

Romancing The Turtle
A second or third party of unknown origin
Fragmented theories, partially substantiated as of this hour
Fully disclosed an encounter
Between a man and a tortoise or turtle
They told a tale to a friend of a friend
Regarding an unnatural act as a fact
Between a turtle and man caught in the act
With a bottle of wine to seal the deal
A relationship not condoned by the church
As the man had no cloths on
And whose name will remain undisclosed
For the moment
Due to the sensitive nature of the accusatory story
We will take a snack break now. I need energy to continue
There is no reason to doubt this account
Since we can’t discount the sources
Scores of sources from all over town
Maybe one but who knows….maybe less
And the tortoise or turtle for his defense
Speaks no English and therefore it makes no sense
To take this to trial
In Florida as a matter of legal fact and consequence
It is still illegal to sleep with alligators or porcupines
Peculiar I guess in anyone’s mind
Well that’s just fine and justice from behind
But what about the poor other species?
Who will protect them from naked men?
And what if PETA finds out?
As for me, I’m teaching my turtles English
And keeping them safe in the house for good reason

American Osmosis
Jamestown was the source of this
Movement that swept across the continent
At first the ships were left behind
And people used what they could find
A mule, an ox, a Percheron
Whatever they could sit upon
They loaded up and west they went
Some went north and some went south
They filled the land e're which they went
The Louisiana Purchase was the big event
That sealed America’s destiny
Soon the country was spilling westward
To be the first to make a print
Where no one else ever went
They hoped for happiness as their destiny
The Donners never did find any
There were others rushed by gold
With hopes of riches they would hold
But mostly what the immigrants found
Was this great nation which was bound
To fill her borders sea to sea
With citizens like you and me
We owe thanks to Conestoga and Civil War
Beaver hats and railroad cars
Pulled behind the great iron horse
Of muskets bore and coon skin caps
Horses and cattle and leather chaps
Cowboys, six guns and barbed wire fences
Rangers, Marshals and bar maid glimpses
Pony Express and long coach rides
Wagon loads of buffalo hides
And the Indians who gave their homes
Of mountains and prairies where bison roamed
To live among us brave and bold
Absorbed by the manifest destiny told
Of the American Osmosis

Thy God sent forth water from heaven
To bestowed upon the earth and
To encamp the adhere globe.
It is the happiness and blessing of God.
Thou provide us with the necessity of life.
Let rain fall on your life successfully?

Oh, in inspirations winter dreaming, I’ve dream't
Of a mystic valley of the Aurora Borealis,
A chambered realm of frozen colors,
Exploding within reflected light aglow,
In the hushed silence of ice and snow.
Here the pondering thoughts are set from beyond
Limitations of realities boundaries.
I'm a poet on a free fall dive, into the human imagination,
Behold my polarized world of enchantment.
Tender are the delicate wildflower petals,
Gleaming beneath the frozen sun, ice blossoms adornments,
Brilliantly shining in the fields of glitter, amongst
The snow dust's razzle-dazzle, beguiling the eyes of this poetic
Heart.
A Floral tapestry of permafrost, drips with a frothy moisture
Mist of sleet, creating a dappling effect upon the white
Dandelions and ivory daisies.
Taste the frozen honeysuckle upon your lips of warmth,
As the swarming frost bees pollinate this arctic garden,
Stinging with their chilling venom of flash freezing.
Palest crystallized roses, with thorny prongs sharpened edges,
Embraces the colds icy light, but reject the soft touch of
The mortal hands of loves devotion.
The haunting sounds of the Arctic owl echoes, against the
Walls of these alpine fiord's, as waterfalls of avalanches,
Crashes downwards, cascading into the deep valley basin below.
Swirling arctic foam blasts across this translucent terrain,
Shattering the magical splendor of stillness,
And splintering the tender reed unto nothingness,
Except for the spreading of germination's life giving
Seeds of renewal.
Yet it leaves refineries thin fluffy powder, scattered for
The crystal humming birds, it is their sweet nectar’s
Refreshment to feast upon, as the swift wings sparkle,
In the dusk's afternoons setting sun last rays.
Welcome to my symphony of Tiffany, gems stones sacred
Meadow of frozen jewels, radiating luster's regalia
Of glitz and glamour, leaving behind a twinkling celestial display,
That comes from a rich imagination of a poetic heart.

Gray zone
Hands reach out, gray zone,
Wishing me, wishing you, far across time
To the moon, to me, to you
In cities
We linger like cattails, like honey spoons
Tasted, inhaled, drunken, wandering down
Down to the lanes, to the lanes, of our longing
We play harp strings, we play saxophone
Eyes dance among strangers,
Come back
To me and you, you and I, dancing away
Into star dust.

As I watch the rows of houses become smaller and smaller
I say goodbye to the place of my birth.
I say goodbye to the familiar.
To the coffee shops,
and the university where I was held captive for six years.
To the lake front,
and to the home of my mother.
To my faithful dog and cat.
Also, my hair straightener—
and even my marriage.
As I say goodbye to it all,
I watch through the window
perched on the edge of seat 8F.
And wonder
whether I should be up in the aisles dancing,
or crying on the shoulder of the kind stranger beside me.

The feeling of getting rocked for the first time is
like losing your virginity. How I rise from the producers
decides if I like going down or hate getting up.
Yeah, they saw it. Eyes on me. The ubiquitous
air is still hear. My ascetic body
still functions on this field of men.
Fighting for friends, flying around full speed.
Go! Go! Go! Epitomizes our support.
The brain yells stop, but the heart whispers fight.
Hard work minus teamwork equals intact pants.
Hard work plus teamwork squared equals a smile.
Perspiration in the eye, never felt better.
The weakest link of our chain better power up
because he who pays the piper will call this tune.
Turns out, I couldn’t cry over spilt milk, if it didn’t spill.
As celebratory we were, we endeavor to looked opportunity
in the eye and purloin her work clothes,
before she is out of sight and out of mind

Church on a Cliff by the Ocean....
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The storm clouds roared and waves below grew violent. Death had flown to town with a powerful vengance. People gathered to pray on the grounds of the church by the sea....
The cliff has erroded and the church sits precariously above. Years and storms have
taken its toll on the cliff revealing stark danger. Fears of mudslides
and collapsing stones by the forces of nature...Made the
town folk relocate five miles inland to sound footing
Leaving the cliff church abandoned and perched
awaiting its certain destruction. Three
generations have come and gone yet
alone on its perch it waits... ` ;`
;
Revival opens the doors again
Bravehearts dared to `;
sing praises
in the church
by the ocean
Perched high .. ~ ^ ~
on a cliff! ~~~ )}~~~
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Contest by Constance LaFrance Church by the Ocean
By Doris Culverhouse
9/28/2011

I can act insane
But DO NOT
Make me feel worthless
I belong in God’s family
He will bless my future generation
Don’t punish me for
Being myself –
Don’t envy my glee
I can act like an
Adult, but I’d
Prefer to have joy…
Not stress…
That piles upon us in our
Everyday lives
Being childlike is
A rare beauty –
No one prizes it…
No one came across it…
In this lifetime…
I can laugh all day
I can make you smile
If you’d accept my
Childlike dreams of mine
Don’t treat me like a sick swine
Renew my young heart
Give me the ability
To kill the old man…
I have my place in God’s family
He’ll be adored and glorified
We’ll exchange prayers and hugs
By my future generation
I beg of you –
Don’t kill my childlike mentality
I’ll behave myself…
I’m positively sure that I’ll make you happy
I’ll still have pieces of a child in me
And pass it on to my future generation…

In life's surly tusks in the frost of high morn without sun's rays; yet, the sky sheds sprinkled whispers of the day to become as a grizzly ray of scoped out hope in a hole of abysmal steely abyss as a meteorite's crater of earthy tones of red mud clay turned into heated golden bowls of fruit contained within. To throw out over a mounatain top for Goddess Kali. Three arms filled with arrows to dart back with boomerang like love into millenium's to surmise itself real-- as insanity envelopes and encompasses an out of touch reality in the arms of weeded truth!

It was a chance meeting
at the airport in Dallas.
She was applying to be a stewardess
and he was heading off to war.
He assured her that she was plenty pretty enough
to be a stewardess and she prayed
a little prayer and told him
that she would keep him in her prayers
and that he would return from the war alive.
One year later at the Houston airport
he boarded a plane on his way back home
and there she was, looking great,
in her full stewardess regalia.
Two chance meetings cannot be accidental,
it has to be a case of cosmic serendipity.

Brown, how this colour demands order. Mother nature at work.
Gold talks with out words. Bow down to power and good health
Green, oh green, money or fields of green? Freedom for me please.
Orange, the new born of red and yellow. Creativity, is its game
Pink symbolizes the beauty of relaxed love and sweet kisses
White the colour of my Angel, purity and truth. Guided through time.
Red what a confidence colour loud and full of courage.
Purple so mysterious. Royal and magical. Imagination runs wild!
Indigo, dream in a new land. Intuition and meditation takes control
Black opens the door to new life. Solid and Stable through time.
Gray a care free colour. Never in fashion, never out. Just neutral
Yellow, what wisdom and joy it holds. Never too late to think twice
But, I am a Crayon Color and I color in the shade of Blue ......... because it's....
...Beautiful as the mid day sky
Life can not be so with-out this peaceful blush
Unbiased truth to the flow of communication
Eager to be youthful, full of spirit and protection
Together we can go on
Me and my magic crayon
I will colour the world blue
It’s my blind dye, for that it’s true
Smother you with the never ending skies
It’s the paint in of the seas, your jeans and my eyes.

I love it when you hold me close, and always want to play.
How in the morning you message me; on every single day.
When you call me every night, before I close my eyes-
Or always tell the truth; never any lies.
When I get to see your passion with every story that you tell,
How even when you’re angry, those feelings never dwell.
I love that you protect me, from everything around;
That even when I’m lost, I know that I’ll get found.
I love that whenever you start to drive, you make me kiss your cheek.
How my stomach gets butterflies with each sweet word you speak.
That you cuddle me for a moment and then turn on your side,
That all of your accomplishments and family give you pride.
I love that you support every decision that I make,
That even if you’re embarrassed of things- you’ve never acted fake.
How you always want me to be happy, no matter how I feel.
That even when we make things up- it’s never been more real.
How you always make these plans, that often tend to change;
When you smile at my senseless jokes, and when I’m acting strange.
That you always say I’m pretty, even when I don’t think that it’s true-
How you think that I’d want anyone else; when all I want is you.

A lone rider sits high in the saddle,
As the horizon's sunrise spreads across,
The open prairie.
Twin pearl handed pistols rest at his side,
As rusty spires clang against wooden planks,
At the deadwood saloon.
Legends cowboys whisper his name,
On the dry desert winds,
A giant of a man whom breathed
Life again into the legacy,
Of the old west.
His side swagger's walk trademark
On the larger than a life screen.
The duke truly represents the great
American hero on horse back.
Six shooters drawn at high noon's
Count down,
John Wayne's the trail dusts equalizer,
He always remained on the right side,
Of tin stars law.
The tumble weeds rolls along a dirt path,
As tall cactus stand on an arried canvas,
Life here is harsh and mean,
Where only the strong survive.
Bold individuals with the inner
Strength against god's forbidden land.
Harden men whom lived by one simple,
Rule I will do what ever it takes
To stay alive.
He'll join the ghost riders,
Forever driving the lords herds
Across the grand divides vast
Prairie sky’s as the sunsets
In the old west.
Alone figure rides high in saddle,
Set against a legends back drop,
Hell bound for glory,
In a cloud of gun smokes fog,
Behold the duke emerges,
With his hat on straight
And gun at the ready.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN

Run outside,
Jump in the leaves
That fall beneath the maple tree.
The rabbit hole been covered long,
So it is safe to sleep upon.
I sleep all day in the breeze,
Then finally wake from a dream.
In my dream, the monsters came,
As angels cried and Sirens sang.
We marched around for hours long,
Causing mayhem in the wrong.
We picked up cats by their tails,
Messed up rooms and let out wails.
We crashed cars, boats, and trains.
Knocked down buildings without blame,
Until I heard a voice that rang,
Dinnertime had come again.
Where I would sit quietly,
And even eat my food nicely.
I’d do my homework,
Brush my teeth,
Then go to bed and fall asleep.

Vaya con Dios!
Go with God!
Vaya con Dios mi amiga!
Go with God my female friend!
Vaya con Dios mi amigo!
Go with God my male friend!
Whoever you are, wherever you are,
get off your electronic gizmos,
get your butt off the sofa and travel somewhere.
The world is a beautiful place.
Most people are decent, friendly human beings.
Enjoy life, not alone, but with other people
and with The Lord of all Creation.
Vaya con Dios!

written 29th June 2013
Recalling that day at school, the teacher set that task..
what do you want to be? she asked the class..
My answer was simple, so I had thought...
to be a mum, I'd have six kids and live on a farm
If you would believe, that's exactly what I received
but it was not made to come with ease
For the fathers I had sadly chose, became prideful and greedy!
never til now did it cross my mind, my babies would someday not need me
Leaving me again to think, what do I really want to be
as faith would have it, as it had been planned so I'd see
For the FIRST! time, direction would finally enter into my life
poetry writer; was soon to amount of me, after I'd become a wife
Now poems are continuously raging within my head, all wanting to be read
as I failed English on an epic scale, to believe this dream inside of my head
At 38 years old, I see my life heading back to school
maybe this time round, I won't play the class fool!

Entry submitted in honor of - Constance ~ A Rambling Poet ~
Rain, The Story 2 / 3
In those beautiful moments, what she was feeling
Was only an illusion of Aiden, created by her blessed horse Past,
She was aware that she had only few more such moments,
To enjoy the pleasures of Aiden’s company and
To get completely melt and lost,
In the lovely soothing, enfolds and embraces of Aiden.
She felt, while in the arms of her princely love, Aiden,
As if, the entire universe was flying and dancing and
A soft melody was flowing in the air,
Making her to feel, the ecstasies of joys and pains.
The illusion was touching her mind and heart and it was
Filling her with the sensations of an unusual lore.
The sensations she felt, in the arms of her love
Was beyond her imagination and perhaps,
It cannot be described in words.
She cried in an ecstasy of joy and mirth and closed her eyes,
So that her Love may not get lost, when she returns,
From the enchanting world of her dear Past.
She was trying to grasp every image of joys,
As if, she was blessed to preserve these serene moments,
Given by her lost love Aiden, who was standing right before Rain, although,
Rain had lost her love Aiden, many years back,
When he went in a battle and became a martyr for a great cause.
Suddenly she felt the warmth of a touch,
Close to her lovely hairs and neck, given by her darling horse.
Past appeared to be saying to her, to come back
From the depths of his eyes, into the normal world of life.
She slowly opened her eyes and found,
The alluring images of her love were over,
Only Horse Past and Future were standing very close to her, and
Her horse Past was saying in his own language,
She should now wake-up from the dreams of her love.
She was aware that her horses were blessed to create only illusions,
For a very short period.
Past knew that after some moments,
His powers to create the illusions would not work and before that,
Past wanted Rain to return in her normal world.
Horse Past silently told her by his expressions,
It is now time to come back,
Into the world of the realities of Life.
Even in his silent language Past appeared to be conveying, that
Rain should find a new Love,
Instead of searching her future, in the lost and bygone days of her past.
Ravindra
Concluded in part 03
Contest entry: For this contest only
Contest Name: Rain, The Story
Sponsored by: Constance ~ A Rambling Poet ~
Written by: Ravindra K Kapoor

A rhythm to Bali beach
Amidst the memory splendor
Spashy beauty of your image
Keep us sane
We sing....
Cherishing your embellishment
Gulping in the glory
You left
We sing...
Covered in precious love that drips
Continuous passion
I kiss
We sing
A Long awaited candlelight
Lights our darkness
We love
We sing
By Sukmawati Komala & Michael

Through the lonely woods, I may head,
Upon the autumn leaves, I may tread,
At the secluded horizon, I may stare,
And only you, I may see,
In those symphonies of silence,
In those melodies of calmness,
In those euphonies of quietness.
By the silent lake, I may lay,
Till the twilight fades, I may stay,
Then in reclusive silence, I may walk,
And only to you, I may talk,
Through those toungueless emotions,
Through those wordless attachments,
Through those voiceless sentiments.
In the lone meadow, I may wander,
Along the untrodden paths, I may waver,
In companionless seclusion, I may hide,
And only in you, I may find,
The depths of oneness,
The bonds of togetherness,
The cozy feel of coalescence.
In the wilderness of emotions, I may die,
At the merciless daggering, I may sigh,
Through a million wounds, I may bleed,
And only in you, I may seek,
The balm of love,
The warmth of affection,
The heal of inseparability.

this morning is falling
burning into a sunset
an autumn decision
you and I
will never forget
joy by day
paris by night
i'm there
love by the hour
Paris is ours
evening breeds new life
a moment of twilight
a horizon of heavenly means
I love you
like life loves itself
joy by day
paris by night
yes dear i'm there
love me by the hour
and paris is ours
i'm down too often
like a child
awaiting his scars to soften
hopelessly
a pedestrian walking
a way from traffic
it could happen, indefinitely
i'll take paris by day
and love by night
i was there long enough
to love you by day
and surrender by nightfall
"there is joy by day if you can take paris by nightfall"

Entry submitted in honor of - Constance ~ A Rambling Poet ~
Rain, The Story 3/3
Her horse Past, wished that she should be with her new love,
So that, Rain may find a new loving companion,
To complete her future journey with a new experience,
In the world of love, happiness, joys and even pains too, but
Rain should try not to live any more,
In the world of fake happiness and alluring illusions,
Created by her horses Future and Past.
Her horse Past was happy to see, in the eyes of his friend Rain,
The seeds of a self made future and hopes to find a new life of love.
Rain looked in the eyes of her other horse Future and
Found the same message, as she had seen on the face of Past,
She knew that if she would look into the eyes of Future,
Horse Future would show, the glimpse of her new love to Rain, with whom
Rain may go ahead further in her life, but,
She made up her mind not to look into,
The enchanting eyes of her horses Past and Future,
Until she can live on herself, for building her new fate for her and a new future.
She was more confident now and looked towards the rising Sun,
As the Sun was inviting her to keep walking,
With confidence and smile to face and make her new destiny.
Rain kissed her best friends Past and Future and told them that,
She would not be asking them to show, her past or future again,
As she was now full of confidence, to face any situation,
For building her own fortune and future,
However, she would like them to be with her, as her best friends forever.
The charming and lovely Rain,
Now blessed with a new life of confidence,
Moved ahead with her two beautiful horses,
To face the life, in its true colors on her own,
Without fearing the risks of the future and
Caring for the dread of past.
Thus started the new journey of fairy like beautiful Rain,
In search of her love and adventures…
Ravindra
Kanpur India 28th Dec. 2010
Contest entry: For this contest only
Contest Name: Rain, The Story
Sponsored by: Constance ~ A Rambling Poet ~
Written by: Ravindra K Kapoor

To nourish breaths and twirl away
when island counts beachcomber years
folder and pen will imprint scripts
of journey’s tales sucked from my womb
with drawings and poems handwritten,
filling the cavity of time, of rainbow stars.
For private care, need I bring toiletries?
oh , Mother Earth offers all herbal scents,
except for undies... that’s a load full;
just maybe, they’ll wrap me from the cold
or guise them as hats for summer’s fare.
Forget the playlist as necessity,
the music of waves, seagulls and leaves
is finer than orchestra or blues combined;
a serenade of night chirps will invite
the lull of twilight, the hop of morn.
In between survival and lush of days,
Rumi’s journal would embed new seedlings
opening chakras with tender wildness
for pauses while I lay on moon’s hammock,
enshrined in a banquet for body, mind and soul.
What Would You Take Contest, Shadow Hamilton
10.30.2013

Vertical Sea
Arise horizons tell us what you see
Vertical rain comes on high wave conclusions adrift in mist
Fortunes waiting out on the sea for men who come in ships
So much rain came in from all directions in one instance
Sanity was questioned at a distance along with risk
Vertical rain broke portal windows with such force
Eighty mile winds crashed in as well
Distracted men at playing cards, drinking rum for fun
Now huddled in fear within the thin skin cabin
No one slept inside the dead of hour’s darkness
Troubles bounced up and down out there
Pirates in the past fumbled their rich existence down
A new crop of water warriors can be found to take their place
Doubloons are buried in dark quarter’s underwater world
Above and below deck, inundated with storm and fear
Between each plank the storm took out more men
No thick skinned seasoned soul could harness or hold on
No salty language sailor could be heard
Above the tumultuous storm
The fierce beast rolled in on angry nature’s back
With it, folding over fifty foot waves, came torrential rains
Which pounded heavy on the bow
Churned up rogue waters on the vulnerability of sea life
Nature itself turned on them in adept ferocity
In violence it flipped the ship
Showed contempt for every soul on board
With total disregard for life and limb
And complete indifference towards the sailors
The blackness, void of light, could not help these tyrannical conditions
The monstrous storm consumed more than the rain
It drank up men and drowned them
Others flew in all directions
Most of them broke necks, died before they hit the deck
Instantly killed, dragged into the cold dark depths as well
All steps were in the wrong direction, in favor of the waves
They could not even cower in the craft or say a prayer
The boat and men turned upside down
The ship had splintered into nothing and flew into the gale
Only three men remained, bobbing on the giant waves
Flapping their arms like molested chickens on the sea
Tossed in every direction but straight ahead
Rogue waves were in control, in hysterical rage and agitation
No one knew what happened to the crew
They were never seen again

Man, I remember the thrumming of that last bell of the school year.....
Like a prisoner being furloughed into the warm sun, buzzing of grasshoppers.
Field stickers burrowing into your ankles, joyfully, while you take the wrong way/long way
back.
The sound of whispering gold as your armplane wings dislodge future assaulters of ankles.
I always liked sighs in the summer.....those sweet drones were the tones of freedom.
In the distance you hear Shirley scream as Brad tells EVERYBODY she likes Ralph...
You knew you should be gettin' home, but, confound it, this one brief moment was yours.
Eternal.
There was a sound, like a shell to the ear, of all you had learned, escaping as if under
pressure.
To thwart it was to stop a tsunami with an umbrella.....ineffectual....unnoticed.
But, also vacant, was common sense; probably why I went Jake's way that day....
Oh, he was there, lurking...lying in wait for my almost clock-work arrival.
Many a day I had screamed a million insults at him as he chased me like Satan,
Hoping "today" wasn't the day he caught up with me.
His exhalations never sounded labored, as if he was letting me get ahead.....
But not today!!!!!.....I JUMP......He LUNGES......and his teeth gain purchase on my seat!!!!
However, I escape....My bottom, that much cooler than it was before and will probably be
later!
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...
Home.......... you see mom in the kitchen, drinking sun tea and waiting for you to arrive....
"So, How was school?"..."Uh, fine, I guess." "What did you learn today?"......."Uh, to never
underestimate the value of Gym Class!!"......"Well," she says, "if you took home economics,
you'd be able to fix up your pants before Dad gets home and sees your underwear!!"......
Parents NEVER respect an Adventurer's near-fatal exploits!!!

You my friend are invited to the greatest party ever
at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, Washington D. C.
It’s the frigging White House man. Gnarly to the max.
The Prez will be out of town speaking at some political event.
The man dearly loves to talk, he should be a TV talk show host.
All of the old gang will be there, except for Bubba and Buddy.
Bubba is in the county jail and Buddy is on the run from Johnny Law.
I’m going to barbecue some burgers and hotdogs, tasty stuff.
Wear your best running garb cuz, if the Secret Service dudes
get wind of our fest we will have to leave faster than a flash.
Get ready for some fun son, music by Boogie Blue McCool.

SCOOBY DOBBY DOO
In the graveyard the bones rattle and shake,
To the beat of this all time favorite cartoon's,
Catchy theme song,
Who's America's classic crime fighting hound,
Dog Scooby Doo that's who.
Ghouls and villains alike beware, if this dog,
And his far out team are hot on your trail.
Take credence's warning and believe you me,
Bad guys I'd hit the high road fast,
Head straight right out of dodge, and don't
Look back.
Floor wheel on the floor, spare no treads rubber,
Let it burn down that highway turn pike.
For Freddie is driving the green mystery machine,
And he won't spare the horse power.
Velma has her lab topped up to full speed,
And is ready with the classic saying
Jenkies, I think we've got him guys.
We've got him guys,
With fashions grace Daphne steps forward,
With a plan to catch
The bad guys in a full proof trap.
So if you have a problem don't call
The ghost busters,
Instead phone the cellar number of
1-800-spook be gone,
And let the howling canine gang rid,
The world of evil doers.
Just leave it to those meddling kids,
And that dog of theirs too,
They'll solve your mystery and put
Things right.
But remember to bring plenty of
Scooby snacks, and pizza for the
Shaggy man and of course
Scooby Dooby do to.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN

A great tumult has occurred in the sea
agitated waves tussle and brawl in the sea
A sea, whose waters are parted,
parted by a swarming multitude of beasts, and one Great Beast
Beast, I advise you, there is a King, a Star in the Day
riding upon a white horse, Eminent and August
August and Purposed was His way
sword in hand, fetters in one
One, without uncertainly, He rode toward the sea
and with certainty His strike was dealt
Dealt, the waters were parted
by means of one blow all the beasts were smite
Smitten, all but one, the Lord of the beasts
the Daystar turned his strength to the Great Beast
The Beast, skilled and adept, was struck with one articulation
not with a song of death as its intent, but a rebuking
Rebuked, so it might not agitate the waters
fettered, so it could not provoke the sea
See now, the waters were parted
the bodies of which were two
Two parts, divided by the Daystar’s blow
one to the south and toward the north was one
One, agitated, heavy with salt, and broad as elapsed dreams
the North, tranquil and fresh. just adequate to chalice in the palms
Palms firm, the King turned His day heat to the south
and the waters evaporated, so that only pillars of salt remained
Remaining, the Daystar blessed his radiance on the North
with palms the King cupped the unsullied waters
Waters in hand He tossed them into the desiccated earth
and the waters revitalized the salted land in support of the King
And the King continued to shed light on the waters for a thousand years
for a millennium, the earth blossomed.
Blossomed for a time, a time, times five hundred times
after which, the fetters would be loosed

The slave kneels in reverence temple in Karnak's hollowed halls.
A prayers silent whisper echo's against stone walls.
Rituals divine figure, a golden idle lies before honor's altar
Mother earth's first born child, she whom is known as Isis.
Deities winged goddess with wings extended across heaven.
Embracing upper and lower Egypt beneath her ivory feathers.
The giver of life, magic and wisdom.
Upon a gilded throne she sits amongst the agust royal's,
Nobility's crowns bow in highest respects
To immortals grand mistress of fertility.
The Nile's waters separate as her highness steps
Forth to welcome the dawns first rays of light.
Almighty Osiris places his hand in hers uniting as one.
The mortal world is renewed again in loves faithful devotion.
Cast down the shadow of jealousy, Set's envious hatred kills beloved's
Most sacred.
Tears of sorrows shed at deaths trembling hand.
The Nile waters rise, flowing crimson red, breeching sandy barriers.
In cautious destructive reasoning she is inconsolable, overwhelming the lands,
With Wrath's devastation.
In tidal motions emotional earthquake, creations raw power restraints give way.
Piece by piece gather the maid, thus scattered limbs appendages lain at flames
Eternal sacrificial fire, a torch burns within the darkness.
The four winds blow raven tresses to and fro and a new magic is born unto the
World of men, loves ultimate truth it shall conquer all.
Softly she speaks his name, gently she reaches out,
Restorations goddess inhales,
Exhales and Osiris once again places his hand into hers.
Living again two lovers renewed in sacred vows ceremony.
Elders elite ascend towards their astral plain beyond the gates of infinity.
Glittering scepter shinning in brilliance sunlight given by Ra himself.
In the westward kingdom they rule side by side united in noble union.
Dynasty's Egyptian divinities spirits commanding mutually
In harmony's peaceful everlasting bliss.
BY:CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Dedicated to Isis Rose

Before a rainbow appears
there must be a little rain
Before we find true love
we must have a little pain
you might run away from your problems
but your problems still remain
you have to leave the past behind
before you can make a change.
To travel through life successfully
you have to accept life is no bed of roses
and you have to ride the storms
see problems as a challenge
you can learn from
take the bull by the horns.
You can't rely on others
to give you a helping hand
and get on
you may have won a battle
but there maybe a war to overcome.
Life is for living
and serving God up above
to thank him for all he has done
and his love.
Don't put off until tomorrow
what you can do today
or one morning you may wake up
to find it's too late
your old and grey.
Peter Dome.copyright.2012.

Rise at first light.
This cowgirl enters up to ride this day.
She dawns her hat, for this is not any day.
Ready to pay her dues.
The sun will beat down,
hot and hard is how she'll ride.
Cowgirl up!
Into the shoot we go.
The blood pumping, muscles quivering.
Ready to go!
The gate slams open.
Off we go!
My mustang and me,
to round that first barrel.
Away we go!
Rounding our second barrel.
Sweat trickling.
Thundering down to that third barrel.
We round that barrel,
the dust will follow.
With a war cry,
We head down the long path home.
Followed by cheers and jeers,
she crosses the line!
Cowgirl is up and paid her dues.

06 February 2010
Dream of Sailing
By: Noel N. Villarosa
Never sailed on a three-masted sailboat
Where it bustles to find a smooth wave
Where the wind is its engine
And heels above at the wave’s commotion
Feel the quiver of disappearing in a trough
Then mightily emerging to open water
To stand atop the mast
And feels the strong wind to drown my breath
It fills me with gobsmacked
To sail past on the Seine river
Or ride to a replica of Argo
And sails in the famous canal of Athens
To smell the ocean mist
To rein in the wind for propulsion
And touch the boat sails as it moved downwind
Hear the recoil of bow wave along the hull
The beauty and grandeur of a sailboat
Only to picture, my dream is outlined
The anchor never lifted, the mast never stretched
Only message in the bottle, keeps floating on bluewater with my dream of sailing
Honorable Mention to Carol Brown's If My Dream Could Come True: 3/18/2010

All around me
Great cities made of sand.
Green sky scrapers poke through the ground
To thrive in life’s strict conditions
And melt away with the tide…
Great houses made of cards
Form lines, and tightrope walk existence,
Knowing that any moment, the wrong brick may fall
And buckle our world to its knees
As Mother Earth shouts Jenga! from the sidelines.
So while were here
We dance with the Glass Goddess
Poised miles above reality,
Leaping over the heavens on our domino stilts-
We floor it in the sky
Living death in the fast lane,
Seizing the day
Because any moment
We could disappear
Into
Jacob Reinhardt
10/15/2013

You have your North side ducks,
And you have your south side ducks.
Neither the twain shall meet.
For each one had his nose in the air.
They simply would not do the greet.
So as it happens they would dance with flair in the middle of the pond.
Always trying to out do the other side…Yes, let’s call it ‘Stomp The Pond’
Wings in motion lifting them up, to stomp the waters with their feet
Acrobatics and splashing around… Man it looked so neat.
So Stella, one of the South Side Ducks fell in love with her North side Pete.
But she couldn’t cross the middle of the pond, with so much action in the way.
Fussing, blustering, and carryings on were the name of the day.
But you know, there’s always one strange duck, and that’s the one who built a bridge.
Now all the others could come across or watch the stomp from the middle of the id.
My moral, I say to you young ones… is as appealing as stomping can be…
The world works better when brought together…
By the builders of a bridge.

Along the highway
of Heaven
there's a brave man
who seeks the truth
about the beginning
of the universe.
He came by the light
of immortal designs
wearing a badge of hope
aiming for an eternity
God had given.
He conquered love and beauty
with its essence
spread its wings
of devotions to behold
deep inside his soul.
With his pure heart
traveling with love inside
fighting his way with the demons
to see the Almighty's haven
and live forevermore

From cradle to grave the sun baked
the skin leather, un-oiled
and rain did not fall
for Isis with held her tears.
From the bloody care of womb
children popped like bread from
the oven of women, the urns of life,
earthen were their colors
ocher, saffron, and
some as black as basalt, rich…
with a Nubian glow.
How the small ones squeal
at the wadi’s edge.
How the toes of man and beast
dance at the skirt of mother Nile,
sensuous, rippling with the wind,
or placid in the doldrums of summer sun.

My Angel Spirit Bird Neelkanth Dedicated to Deborah Guzzi
I dreamed one day,
I was climbing a hill,
Away, far away in the Himalayan mountain
But I was only a beginner, of climbing a snow peak
I wanted to climb to see the world,
To feel the Sunshine
And the beauty of the glacier
Perhaps my fascination for climbing the hills,
Was traced by my mind, who knew me more than me
It thought to fulfill my long cherished desire,
If not in actual, at least in my dream
I wanted to feel, how splendid it is
To see the world
From a snow covered peak
To get a bird eye view of the world
To learn more about the earth, humans and nature
In moments of those total silence and aloofness,
I found the blue wing bird, like an Angel spirit for me
My beautiful blue bird Neelkanth,*
Was my only friend and inspiration,
To complete the mission
I was climbing the snow covered hill
Like a Mountaineering trainee,
My tools were few, but my aim was true
My only companion, in the journey of my adventures,
Was my blue wings bird
I know from my childhood days, as my ‘Neelkanth’*
I found my blue wings bird, hovering always near me,
Like an Angel spirit, to save me from falling,
Its beauty lies, not only in its blue wing,
But the poison it stored in its purple throat ring,
To save the world from the effects of poison
I was climbing the hill,
And my favorite Blue wing bird,
Was accompanying me, in those difficult moments,
Like a true well wisher and a true companion
At one place I found that,
The snow rocks were difficult and steep
I tried a short cut, to somehow reach the top,
And then came my Angel spirit,
From somewhere suddenly,
Giving indication to stop immediately
I decided to go, as the spirit was indicating,
I changed my course, as shown by the Angel spirit
Next moment I heard a sliding of the snow rock,
The rock which I was trying to climb,
Were falling and were slipping deep in the glacier
My eyes became tearful, when I saw my Angel spirit
It had saved my life,
From being buried in the snow glacier,
For ever and for ever
After seeing my expressions of love and gratitude,
The bird flew away from there
Leaving me inspired for many more coming moments,
To start climbing the hills again and again
Next moment I was climbing,
The hills with more vaguer, as usual
My angel bird had given me enough
To keep trying
Till I reach my goal
Or feel the Sunshine
Ravindra
Kanpur India 30th April 2010
* Neelkanth. Indian Roller. Neelkanth (Hindi)

The turkey is cold. The dressing is gone.
All of your friends and family have gone home.
Every show on cable television is a holiday rerun.
The stores are overflowing with shopaholic maniacs.
Your neighbors are complaining about your outdoor Christmas lights.
The kids are fighting over who gets to eat the last slice of pie.
They call it Black Friday for a good reason, it is a hell of a day.
It is only a twenty four hour horror so put a smile on your face.
Remember that in less than a month it will be Christmas Day.

Running
I’ve spent so long running
Fighting and killing
Hardening and solidifying
Now I shed my armor
And embrace the peace I’ve earned
Trade battle fields for rolling hills
If only for one night
Lay in the grass of the home I never see
And stop the world in these moments
Lay my head down with the setting sun
And thank the stars for the silence they bring
They twinkle new stories I’ve never heard
I’ve never had time to listen
If only for one night
They have my attention alone
I smile with them
Exhaling and letting go
Breathing

There is a demon in my closet and it is safe to say
I have kept him there safely, each and every day
Asking about his words, I thought I heard him pray
He laughed openly stateing he was always hearing me play
I followed, I listened I leaned over to his ways
It turns out he's here over an angel and a wish of keeping me gay
Saintan is forever listening to what becomes my fate
The doors still closed as softly as that horrid divorced decay
But he was not wearing my brand, a mark of forever may it stand
He had choose to turn the other cheek, to find a higher point of understanding
Something more suitable than just a standard branding
A mark of a book, a devils open handing
A demon to help me through troubles and fears
A someone there when all I have left is openly flowing tears
He jesters, he peers, he jokes, he steers
But I think my favorite time is where leers

You float and soar the skies
riding the winds thermals
vast oceans you travel
majestic and mysterious
Thought by mariners of old
to be a harbinger of death
the sight of you a sign of doom
a bird bringing ill fate
How could anything so beautiful
have earned such ill repute
yet mariners feared you the most
and signed themselves with the cross
Albatross as you soar up high
you take my heart with your beauty
on your endless wanderings
and fill my heart with delight
For me the sight gladdens my very soul
as you silently glide above
your wings dazzling white in the sun
truly you are a Spirit Bird
30/05/2013
contest Mood Music
long before he started Fleetwood Mac I knew Mac I have always thought Albatross to be the most beautiful haunting piece of music ever I would die happily to its notes Did you know that Mac did not think it good enough for release? Lucky for us the record company thought differently.

Hand in hand and
Eyes to eyes,
Promises unending
As if from the heart,
Pregnancy struck
Then hand out of hand
And eyes apart from eyes
Leaving the girl in stark anguish...
BY: CHARLES MELODY (LIGHTNING INK).

My muse went on vacation, to the tropics it did go.
I wish I could go with it, but my boss told me no.
I’m afraid it won’t come back; I wouldn’t if I were it.
And my writings are getting pretty sketchy…
I need help you know, real quick!
So to solve the problem I sent the trolls, from the basement they did go.
My basements kind of empty now, with only dust left on the floor.
And my Hubby’s kind of mad that I sent his friends to travel on…
It seems the trolls were HIS muses, for all the topics so dead-on.
Now instead of things getting better, my Hubby’s not talking, at all, to me.
If they don’t come back soon, I know there’ll be heck to pay, you see.
I think that with boredom setting in… maybe my Hubby’s about to explode.
What I thought would help… just might have been: a boo boo, you know.
But low and behold, I got a post card and my muse will SOON be coming home.
He has stories out the ying yang… like how the trolls invaded the last luau.
Everyone mistook them for local demons and scattered everywhere, some how.
And one is engaged to a volcano demon and can’t wait to bring her home, now.
He thinks the Missouri flatlands could use a tourist boost, with more allure.
And a steaming Mt. St. Missouri would be just the thing, for sure.
Thank you God!!! They’re coming home… is all that I can say!!!
Unfortunately my neighbors might not see it, clearly, the same way.
Though I am a LITTLE worried, that as the volcano demon settles in…
They might just take it upon themselves: to run me out of town!!! Again!!!
Though I might not blame them, just a little bit…
Still, I can’t wait to get back to work… I truly must admit!!!
CSEastman

We all have a story to tell.
Ups and downs,
Together, we've been through it all;
God has led us through it all.
Trust Him;
It's all for a reason.
All your pains,
All your struggles,
All your hurts-
They're all for a reason.
God has a bigger plan,
One we cannot see.
Trust Him and pray.
Remember,
We are all in this together.
Together, we have been through it all.
Ups and downs,
We are family-
Brothers and sisters in Christ.
We are friends.
Most importantly,
We are family.
Let's love one another like God loves us.
Let's help each other out
And help each other up with loving hands.
We are His children.
We are His servants
Together on His mission
To love, save, and change the world
For the better.
We are all in this together.
Listen to His praises ring;
Let's praise Him together.
Listen to sister Fantasia sing,
"Sometimes you gotta lose to win again."
Thank You Father!
Amen!

The Devil went down to Louisiana
looking for some souls to steal.
A Cajun who was out hunting
shot him in the ass.
The Cajun mistook him for a cormorant.
A Cajun will eat most anything,
including boudin and dirty rice.
The Devil took his sorry sore ass out of Louisiana
and went to Washington D.C. instead.
He fit right in with that bunch of political bums.
As for the Cajun, he bagged a rabbit and an armadillo
so he went home happy with a couple of right good meals.

The sun shone down its magic
On such a perfect day
The liquid gold is shimmering
On waves that hide a tale
The water sits too silent
With memories of its own
The dolphins breaking surface
Tell us we’re not alone.
Waves that have been forming
They knock against the brow
Is it a welcome calling?
Or a warning of its power?
The boat is moving forward
Propelling through the waves
The waters are now sleepy
After such a huge long day.
It’s peaceful in its slumber
The surface is like ice
Its belly holds the memories
Of times it was not nice
When life is unimportant
When anger ruled the way
The many lives it’s taken
No mercy to this day
No man has come to tame it
She’s totally in control
A source of magic moments
A source of fear untold
She will offer you her beauty
Her wild and rugged soul
Teach you her simple harmony
Spray you with the cold
She will offer you her jewels
But never give her heart
Will share with you her playground
And show you works of art
Without a second thought then
Her calm can be undone
Waves of lashing fury
Brings fear to everyone
White fingers on the wave tips
Grab to snatch at prey
Its curling claws of angry waves
Snarl and end the day
She wants to teach a lesson
To show she’s in control
Don’t fool with Mother Nature
Respect her world….always.

What a magical place, the beach.
Where there is no need to sing and no need to look back to the regrets of each day.
Where we can silently listen to what it is the waves try to tell
Where the rocks serve as the cushion where we softly lay down each painful
memory, that even though they hurt we want to protect.
Where the past becomes jealous of the present.
Where we patiently await for the waves to carry away the message in a bottle to some
safe and nonexistent destination.
Yes, the beach, where the cool breeze caresses the stress and sadness off our faces
Where crying in the rain is over-rated
Where every tear drowns a memory
And the waves crash against the rocks as if beating an odd
Where there is no need to sing, do you hear the wind? Do you understand its melody?
Can you feel its strength undressing every inch of every scar time has tattooed in our
lives?
The beach and its wide space where you can hear the eco of your silence screaming into
the air whatever it is that makes you silently cry.
Where every ray of sun burns the unnecessary and painful thoughts that float into space.
Yes, the beach where the silence is invaded by the splendid rudeness of the wind
Where you can build a castle in the sand, be the queen/king, and rule the world.
Where we can freely unleashed the Black Stallion inside our spirits that we are forced to
imprison.
Where you see the future shine in the polychromatic coral reefs.
Where salt taste so sweet.
The beach where 5:00 A.M. is the precise time to live for an eternity and 6:00pm the
precise time to leave it all behind and start all over again.

He said you know today will be a day we can spare so
We’re going down to the county fair
So I’m happily calling off work just
Because lately my boss has been a jerk
And I need some fresh air
And I know that hot, hot sun will get to us some
But I am not in a hurry today
Let’s ride the Ferris wheel, the gravity spinning wheel,
And we will relax and just chill
I know we will stroll around the whole fair grounds
Until we have made our way all around
And that is okay with me
Then I will buy us lunch
After we have ridden all the rides
And think it’s enough for a while
I know you are going to try to get me to go on one of those crazy dumb rides
That turns you upside down while taking you for a ride
As your stomach twists and turns in knots,
But today that is one this I cannot do
But I will watch while you do
I know at around 10 pm tonight this county fair will be shutting down
And we will have to go home and wait
Until the next time they have the county fair in town

Whenever you spot a hillbilly illegality is a possibility.
He’s speeding down the dirt road just as fast as he can.
He keeps switching lanes like some maniac mad man.
Buddy Joe done went and got in trouble with Johnny Law again.
Country boy has been selling rot gut whiskey out of his rusty car trunk.
Try as he might Buddy can’t outrun Smokey in his Redneck Hoop DeVille.

Two majestic lords of the African Savannah,
Strike without cautions warning, or roar's announcement.
Nomads, prides outcasts, existing on the fringes edge of
Survival.
Instinct's primal predators, golden phantoms, shadows
Haunted silhouettes passing in the night, casting eerie images
Against canvas tents, and fire lights burning embers.
On heightened senses of enticement, these living
Killers, smell their preys fear, thus so crossing the line,
Cutting deeply into man flesh, leaving bloody paw prints
Behind them, and giving birth to their own legend.
Translucent specters, blending mirages melting,
Within the tall grasslands scrub brush, as if creatures
Of illusion, brushed by the hot Massai winds.
Caddish yellow-green eyes, pierce through humanities
Nightmare realm, for in reality's harsh view, it cannot
Be real, these ghosts in the darkness.
Carnivorous hunters patrol, the devils backbone,
Known as Tsavo, skeletal bone collectors,
Relishing in their trophies prize, beware their talons
Sharpened claws.
Man-eaters, rulers of this lost garden of Eden,
In the lions den, the bones of the dead scream in silence.
In this blood sports arena, these kings dominate over
The kingdom of men, dominion’s red cloak, is
Soaked in crimson's red, dripping freshly downwards
Towards hells cavern.
Mankind's greed, does drive this army of the walking dead,
Stalked by these feline demons, of the nights abyss.
Progresses iron horse must reach the African interior and
If poundage cost be in flesh and bone let it be so, paid.
Rushing waters forge, laid by steel rails bridge builder,
The holy architect whom carries, the long rifle of justice,
Assumes responsibility's heavy shovel, of the living dead's
Burial grounds.
Man vs. beast, teeth vs. bullets gunpowder, in the rising
Suns twilight, one shots sounding ends the fight, and alone
Lord remains to grieve for his fallen brethren.
In rages vengeance, the last warrior declares angers wrath,
And he is so slain by hail's gun blast.
But in Tsavo, the people still watch, for in legend, ghosts
Never truly die, yet remain hidden unto the hunger returns,
Beware, these ghosts in the darkness.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN

KEEP YOU POSTED
Getting back on my feet again
Show me the end, show me the end
Give me a road to follow
I will throw you a passage or two
Get yourself right, get out my face
I need a new way, I need a new way
An easy way to start my day
All though I can't get enough of you
There are times you are in my way
Our hearts don't beat as one
Call me a fool,
I set my foot down
I keep you as my friends, no rules
Tomorrow will be another day
Do not give in to me
We are still both fish in the sea
Stuffy stuff, you got me at suffocate
We do not relate
Still I love you
How else can this be fetched out
If I reel you in, sometimes I need you my friend
Stop putting yourself in doubt
This has no end
Don't get yourself all worked out
It will be me and you, a sweet walk on the beach
I see nothing wrong in deceiving you
I'm so funny, I'll have you sticking around like a leech
How many times do I have to push and shove
My feeling are troubled, but in love
Until then my love,
I will keep you posted
By;PD

Down in Louisiana, by the bayou way,
A secret recipe, has been blending for generations,
Tenderly, stewing in the great American melting
Pot.
Spanish spices, mixed with French Canadian
Hospitality, lends to this gumbo's savory
Appeal.
African voodoo magic, leaves a trace element,
Of mystic's charm, and mysteries dark beauty.
To this harsh, rustic, and swampy landscape.
Carved from the wilderness wild, a people
Discarded came to call this land theirs.
From toils sweat and bloods sacrifice,
New Orleans is given birth, this great southern
Countries, back born.
A grand lady of elegance, and intrigue,
An ebony beauty is she, dancing with the
Gentleman Cajun, to the waltz of tradition,
And cultures aristocratic society.
But beneath this beautiful opulence,
The ghosts of the Mississippi cry out,
Don't forget the roots, from which our
Bones lie, to create the historic city,
Known as New Orleans.
The couple bows, to it's heritage in a
Sacred trust to always remember, those
Lives given, and sacrificed with honor's
Golden reverence.
A silver linings promise, weaved into
The fabric of every Southern civilian,
Born beneath the great flag of the
U.S.A.
What special ingredients make up
The Cajun?
All are welcome to go and experience,
That for ones self and judge?
I'm going to stay at home within
It's natural realm of beauty, and
History for I call New Orleans
My home.
For whom else, could write about
Oneself better, than the Cajun
After all.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN

In the bay of icy mists, the viking ghost ships arrive, sails set full ahead,
Crashing anchors rattle loose, plunging beneath the cold murky surf,
As the hailing horns of the dead, announce to their lord, Odin, that
Valor's courageous have arrived, and wish to enter, the great halls of
Valhalla.
Here the cold winds of the north dwell, it's chilling
Breezes flow freely, through the phantom warriors spirits.
But these rough men fear not death, nor it's harsh breath, for they
Are vikings of the northern kingdoms, and they have come for
Their last rewards treasure, to enter beyond the gates of Valhalla,
And are armed ready to fight, beside their God Odin,
In victorious battle.
In these waters of the ethereal unknown passage,
The cracking and heaving, of these heavily
Laden vessels made of vapors thin mists,
Send an eerie chill down the backs, of mortal men.
As mountain icebergs float upon the wind
Chilled oceans surface, the Valkyries approach,
Smiling beneath their shimmering chain-mail of
Brilliance honor.
On the evergreen shores, a timbered lined hall stands,
It's gates of golden pitch blaze, with fires white
Hot flames of those concurred, their souls scream
For penance mercy.
Two long swords, Chris-crossed are the gates steel dead bolts lock,
Above it's embers glow, a fierce eagle with red crimson eyes,
Grapples, it's sharpen claws, cutting deeply into the oaken shields,
On the thatched roof of the golden hall.
A lone wolf beneath therein, passes sniffing at the
Garments of the fallen men, if fears scent, the wolf so smells,
Cast out is this soul, and dammed it is forevermore.
Within the many souls do enter, a hardy welcoming at the feasting
Table mead and honey wine, is set before these hero's of honor.
But outside the ships remain tethered, awaiting for their masters safe
Return, unaware of Thor's approach, his mighty hammer set at the
Ready.
Striking with thunders raw force, the hammer of power,
Brakes against the sheer ice, as quick as the lightning's flash,
Freezing tidal waves clash upwards, swallowing whole all evidence,
That these ghost ships ever existed.
Oh Valhalla, I pledge thee my life, my fighting spirit, my blood and
Body given in the name of Odin, for thy honor sake, shall I live and die,
Behold the vow's pledge of these Nordic men, known as the Vikings.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN

Summertime Celebration-Freedom!
By Dane Smith-Johnsen
I love summertime.
Especially the ones—
Meandering from here
To where with only
One care.
Adventure
Three curious children and a map
Destined for experience.
The trunk packed to the rim:
Ravioli, tuna, applesauce, and veggies,
Salty crackers, peanut butter, jelly
And you name it…snacks galore.
Lots of pillows, covers and
Camping gear--
We were ready to:
Go or stop…
Snack or eat…
At a picnic table,
In a park, or anywhere,
Even in the car.
Together as one:
Driving,
Looking
Learning.
Family votes --
Hey, I’ll bet that’s why-
They were: Good. Helpful
…and Curious
They were liberated
For the summer!!!
No structure- only:
Fun. Joy. Surprises.
Oh, the togetherness…smiling.
We were Free—
Free to drive all the way to New York,
Park for 30 minutes, wave at the Statue of Liberty,
And drive a thousand miles back home.
Free to stand on the Continental Divide one day
And camp in the Grand Tetons the next.
Free to explore Yellowstone National Park
…Or ride on a carriage in San Francisco.
Free to dig for fossils in Aurora, North Carolina
Or see: the Painted Desert and The Petrified Forrest.
We were Free—Free—Free—to Celebrate Summer…. and we did!!!

-Once upon a time-
In the faraway cloud
Where listening lies,
Where river smiles,
When words speak
And meant to be,
Where wants and needs
Aren’t misconstrue,
Where lizards and gizzards
Wet, calm, hunt and meet and prey.
Tis by this extreme realm
That this goal is set.
One dream
One night
In all nights
Is what’s in need,
That the mission
And vision
World awaits
Will emerge.
Sacred, odd
And silence
Are night themes.
This one night
Comes a fright-
Fire outbreaks,
Catches homes
And fences.
And the news
Reaches the Mighty helm.
“I’m your lord
And is my duty
To protect,
While your right
Is to serve, me- lord”.
This leader leads
The fire extinguishers
To bring an end
To the inferno-
Where canopies
Are eating
And where sapiens
Are sentenced to death
By abrupt blaze.
Canon night meets morning
When the darkness runs
And leaves the heavens
With puffs of smoke
And burn- to-ash
Artifacts
In the arena
Of both half and fully
Baked human skins
And open skulls
And myriad of
Closed facial identities.
The King sobs,
For the Kingdom.
Calming by his chiefs
And calmly walk
To the palace;
Where his ancestors
Roam and home.
And there
He speaks and pleads
With his ancestors
On the causal of this
Unforgotten night visitor.
Then and there they
Weep while saying
For this they do not know.
Silence the king,
Paces and shivers.
At this moment
His ancestors
Turn phantoms
And stay hidden
Behind the walls.
His mother,
Thanks destiny,
Is alive-
Hale and healthy
“Do see my mother
To my Chamber now”.
For his mother
She comes and
The mother he tells.
Her one reply is
"For this, my son
I honestly don't know"……
4/2/2014

I am quite the courteous gentleman
Not the kind who sends naughty lines;
Still, this pretty girl was winking, was I naïve?
Being a new guy in the neighborhood,
I waved; trying to be nice like Mom said I should.
It began with her offer, coffee in the main room
Ending with touches and flirting… the rise
Of my blood a seismic boom! Clothes ruffled
As my hands traveled along her skin,
Before I knew it, we were reeling on the floor.
I didn’t know her status; she didn’t wear a ring
But she seemed playful and thrilled to hear
My breath heaving. Then, the front door clicked;
A man crooned, “Honey, I’m home.”I suddenly froze
while posing behind a tall figurine. Rushing out,
the oldest couple from a distance pressed,
“Hey Miss, your black stockings are on your neck!”
Dr. Ram's Contest: Honey, I'm Home
by nette onclaud

There is something monumental
about cattle skeletons
on the drought stricken edges
of barren places.
Oases in the wet but more
often desert.
bleaching bones crowned with
macabre skulls and long horns
lying where they meet death
on unrelenting hot sand.
I see the outline of the bones
beneath the sterile desert air
as heat waves glimmer.
Look - where a smaller set
are curled within her pelvic space
Poor unborn calf
that echoes her death
in miniature
Suzanne Delaney
My first Title was "Drought's Indifference."

How do I describe such distress?
A squirrel sat on a lower limb,
His mother had chased him from the nest.
His heart was broken, in upheaval, a mess.
His home gone. His mother turning her back so new.
Oh what, oh what will he ever do?
Each breath he takes is a mighty gulp,
Then the sound so soulful with every shout.
Cries of pain were so deeply felt,
That every bout rips my heart inside out.
It renders me tearful to hear the sounds flow…
The need to help him drives me so,
How could his mother yield such a blow?
But he is wild and won’t let me help his woe.
A human I’d hold so warm and tight.
I’d build a nest for him if it were right.
But I know he won’t accept my help,
As he cries on and on in his plight.
For an hour he tore my heart to shreds…
Then finally a young squirrel came from another tree, instead.
Together they ran off fulfilling his needs…
His cries stopped. He’d found what he wanted with those pleas…
Now if mankind could only help those in need, with such simplicity.

Memories of long gone school summer holidays
Far away from the gates of hell
bulling and Malay.
Six long weeks of freedom that seemed a year
staying in bed not having to get up at eight
descent food and not pig squill on your plate
Children's morning TV
cartoons and Robinson Crusoe
adrift at sea.
Going for long walks in the countryside
with my mates
Rolling down hills
staying out until it was dark and late
making buttercups and daisy chains
singing pop songs down the lane
going on day trips
Playing kiss and tell
Down by the sewage works
oh boy did it smell
Going to the youth club
Wednesday night
the girls looked and smelled pretty
and sometimes there was a fight.
Camping out all night in a tent
Out riding our bicycles
the chains coming off the wheels got bent
The time when the fair came around
and we'd rode the dodgems
and the waltzer than spun you around.
The sweets and treats that we'd eat
the games of football on the street
The first fumbled nervous kiss
of first love
sleepless nights sweetheart missed
the back row of the cinema
Reading comics under the bedclothes
with a torch at night
dreams of adventure and heroics
until the morning light.
Oh what fun before the return to hell
I recall everything and the smell.
Peter Dome.copyright.2013. Dec.
party's

The Jumpers Story/ poem
The Jumpers came - we don't know if they will stay.
What are the jumpers, you might say? We all know
that people that jump from high places are called
jumpers. Also anybody that jumps would be called
jumpers too.
To all of you that don't know ( Jumpers ) are a type
of Tennis shoes.. they were designed by a young
woman from Argentina and were exibit in an Art
Festival. They were designed, especially for immigrants,
that cross, or jump over into the United States.
These shoes were designed with a map, a night light, a
compass and the Mexican Emblem. They also have a secret
pocket for pills in case they got sick, like a bad head ache.
They also have another pocket to save change, for a phone
call.
In the back of the shoes they have the picture of a priest.
He is considered a Saint. His name is Toribio Romo. These
shoes were made in China. They cost $ 17.00 a pair. Here in
the U.S. they would go for $ 250.00, but only 1,000 were made.
The designer of these Tennis shoes gave them to the people
that were about to cross over to the United States, so they
wouldn't get lost. All this happened in Tijuana Mexico.
There is a Legend, so people say. Back in the early 1970's, people
started reporting that, whenever they got sick, lost, or pass out
from hunger - a prist would appear out of no where and help them
out. The people said that the priest fed, or nursed them if they
were sick.
After they ate, or got better, he would direct them to where they
were going. He would even tell them how to get a job, when they got
to their destination, than he would just dissapeared. All this up to now
has been happening on and off.
It has been known that people would pay up to $ 500.00 for these shoes.
They were designed with a good intention, to save lives. Maybe they
would save the life of a person once, but too many times - I don't
think so....

Note: This is a true story. I got to see these shoes.
They showed all the details. These shoes are called
( Brincos ) and that in English means ( Jumpers )

Who am I, I'm the freedom warrior,
Lost amongst liberation’s imagination,
Wings outstretched to the winds of thought.
A captured victim, of poetic inspiration,
Dwelling forever within the hearts passion,
To write beauty, in black and white ink.
I ride upon the back of my spirit guardian,
A white wolf, a native American symbol,
Whom guards my dreams, and vision quest.
On the reservational plain of eternity, this
Indian maiden endures, as a spiritual entity,
Existing on a tribal drummers beat, within
My own soul.
We are as one, a symbiotic union, she and I,
The beast and human, joined together, to form
An alliance, this creation represents, who I am.

THE BOY KING
Oh youthful monarch of Egypt, so young to die and yet live again.
In the nether world a Pharaoh's golden death mask is lain upon
A boy king.
In silences crypt a stilled figure lies in stacious frozen freeze.
Until Ra's first rays kiss the dawn and they embrace in passions
Fiery flame.
Behold a rebirth an emergence from death's chilling shroud.
In the valley of the dead his caucus’s soul walks amongst
His ancestral ancestors.
Lost deities whom balance the hearts of men
Against the feather of truth
Speak his name with honor's reverence.
Legacy's inheritance a throne built in the shadow,
Of hierarchy’s indignation yields,
To restorations royal seal barring his title of rebirth
Tutankhamen.
The great sphinx retracts it's sharpened claws,
As this small emperor’s spirit bows with nobility’s,
Humblest of respectfulness at his marble feet.
Without fears emotions he thus stands all alone,
Before this stone giant of idles sacred worship,
At his touch this littlest of divine gods,
Turns a stone beast into flesh.
And beneath the night's blanket of stars,
He is welcomed
Into the warmth of the lions main.
A living creature cradling this child of light,
Slowly fallen into dreams eternal sleep once more.
In the halls of Karnack a peaceful lullaby plays,
Upon invisible instruments, in a gentle soothing.
Rhythmic tones the music plays.
As a woman's voice sings of a beautiful desert spring,
That turns into the Nile's fertile waters,
Feeding it's eternal life.
And thus the boy king sleeps wrapped in slumbers,
Golden fleece, listening to the holy Melody,
Which is ancient Egypt.
Finally at peace within the kingdom of thieves,
A Pharaoh of the golden realm.
Hush now beware do not wake him,
Or his curse may claim another victim.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN

Along the crossing of a river bank
I see currents enchanted by your smile
even rainbows mimic your spotless splendor
Words slip from my sluggish thoughts
as i paint your nature with poetry
The truth of your beauty, already written
Nothing else should replace
like wings need not rest on another wings to fly
or rather a dew to your rosy cheek
I am here, wandering with the carried waves
catching cadence of how unknown rhymes
are made out of your turbulent tides
I threw gazes at the stars shining on you
and emotions evolve out of how much
I want you to “be mine”

I like the way time stands still
When I don't turn the calendar
Just after a warm rain in Spring
February 2011...never left; didn't
Want to-
March 2012...Lent begins; my
Favorite time of year-
Every leaf must be unturned
Faces might appear
Mayhem awaits every discovery
One goal looms...
My calendars must be turned
Before May
Before mushrooms spoil
Before
Mushrooms
Spoil
04/20/23
9:56 pm

I know a place where cats enjoy long life,
where human intervention is tolerated,
but,
where only cats are allowed
It is where they rule, decide their fate,
to go hunting or sleep late,
prowl their border, look for a mate,
food abundant, early or late,
no need for a snack with an always full plate
Non-skid litter lines their bathroom floor,
ideal for completing their daily chore,
no need for flushing, gets covered instead,
when it reaches its peak, mysteriously disappears,
automatically replenished,
a new floor every other day or more
When night time falls they are free to prowl,
crouching tigers one and all,
waiting to pounce at the slightest noise,
or attack a shadow suddenly appearing on a wall,
their prey, rarely actually exists,
makes no difference,
prowling is not something they would ever miss,
immediately after a good prowl,
onto their bed, a good stretch,
sleep away until daylight
Come first light their tummy signals its time to eat,
they check out their food bowl,
if stale,
it is time for humans to wake
Hunger sated, find a sunbeam to bask and wait,
awaiting a signal, to do whatever their mind dictates
Ah, such a place is the mind of a cat,
from where they rule and dictate,
how we humans who love them,
make their life great

free verse with poetic device
subtitle: The Boatman and the Beast
The boatman disembarks from defined death*
on the sea though time’s gateway leading towards the
multitudinous mountains of a mysterious Millennium.**
Breathtaking thought - a single moment in time.
An irresponsible, selfish creature with evil intent -
stabs at significance without a care, without a look
at whom he hurts or whose lives are changed.***
Breathtaking thought - a single moment in time,
(perhaps in the docking of his boat, the dropping of an oar),
A responsible, magnanimous being can create hope
by presiding over, defining, and inviting
the power of the moment.*
* Alliteration is a literary technique, in which successive words (more strictly, stressed syllables) begin with the same consonant sound or letters. I used consonant “d” followed in the same sentence with “m”. Later in the third stanza,
I used alliteration with the assonant vowel sound of long "i".
** Hyperbole is a large exaggeration, sometimes used with humor. In my piece I used hyperbole to emphasize mountains and the thousand years of time denoting the challenge ahead for the boatman.
*** Personification is a poetic device where human characteristics are attributed to nonhuman things. I gave the beast on the tail of time the human features of irresponsibility, significance, selfishness, evil and uncaring.
My focus was on the element of time in the picture. The picture reminded me of miniature golf - trying to maneuver the ball through an opening randomly blocked by moving objects. It's all in the timing.

As I close the door behind me… I stand upon the porch.
Every day I leave here… becomes so much more bitter sweet.
I found the money yesterday so I could pay my note,
But what about next month or the others sure to come.
I raised my children faithfully under this old roof, and…
Memories abound, like the raindrops that hit upon my roof.
Yes, I admit leaving here will cause a little pain.
But the day-to-day struggles have striped away the gain.
Where once I held on steadfast… now I waiver on that thought.
Instead of seeing comfort, now it’s the struggles I have fought.
The food upon the table… outweighs the comfort of this house.
But yet, my heart still bleeds for what will soon be lost.
How to tell the children… it will be hard at its very best.
I’m sure they’ll rail against it and cause me more pain, yet.
But I can’t expect them to understand, this old grownups shame.
I promised to protect them… so today I’ll continue on my search
A job or a little money may pop up from anywhere, you know.
All I have to do is keep my feet planted firmly on the ground.
God will provide eventually, even if it’s a step, or two, or three down.
Every day as I close the door behind me and I stand upon this porch…
I say a little prayer and add a little wish…
May tomorrow find us better off than here we are today…
And may others please be helped like us… as we try to make our way.
CSEastman

Reflections in the mirror
were getting scary
I could not carry
the weight of my pain
it almost took my life
to learn to love again
for I have made a friend
somewhere along my long lost way
I hope that I helped him
just a fraction of how he helped me
maybe that single thought
is what finally gave me my peace
enough to release so much
stolen energy
Now I am not afraid
to walk where the streets are hot
for I thrive in Hell's kitchen
where the devil stirs my pot
for I now have him quiet tame
I sacrificed my dragons
at the alter of my name
and now you are my slaves
any time I need
I'll call upon my superhero's
to come and rescue me
like my Saint Toni
who swept me off that bridge
and showed my how a death can be
the greatest reason to live
for she was the seed to grow my Eden
then a man from a foreign land
gave me something in myself to believe in
the magik of Love.

Her name is Sadie and she is a cashier
at the drug store around the corner
from my current place of employment.
She always has a smile on her beautiful face
and a kind word for each customer she meets.
Sadie always dresses in a combination
of lavender and pink from head to toe.
I make it a point to visit the drug store
during my lunch break every single day.
I am slowly working up my nerve
to ask lovely Sadie out on a date.
I have yet to reach that level of confidence.
How can a mere mortal man such as I
expect a earthbound angel such as Sadie,
an unbearable beauty in lavender and pink,
to actually say yes to a proposed date with me?

If I was a magician for a day:
no child in the world go to bed hungry,
war would take a holiday,
all politicians would disappear,
newscasters would dress as clowns,
skunks would lose their stink,
dogs and cats would join in dance,
I would be young again
and Ann-Margret would live next door to me.

As to heed from behind the wall
The call of birds in their hidden bed,
that drifts into silence..
Catch a light pierce through a cloud
in the night
for a minute.
A sight of a fleeting wind
A running wave
A rolling stone
From a mountain top
That doesn’t wait.
Stay for a moment.
My anxious eyes
want to keep you
my curious hands
to refine you
Rubbing you
as if you are a magic lamp
which you might be.
You leave trails
of forgotten seeds
to be picked up
by the hungry ones,
By the time my mind
has eaten its way,
I have paused.
Lost.
My feet at your gate
looking at your face,
Stay for a moment.

Space...
The final frontier.
Where oxygen is nonexistent and life is not found.
Planets and stars dot the sky like freckles on a small child's face.
Children marvel at the idea of aliens coming from space to take them away on the adventure of a life time.
Little do they know that in our galaxy there are no aliens to take them away on a magical adventure to a new planet.

I slay my enemies on these joysticks,
like a gum to a penny,
I always found the sweet left center,
(Holy06 this is my season)
I start it off as youngster, put my name to street,
and spreading out like a veteran,
20 years in game let the experience bring the pain to the flames,
now im braching off to bigger and better things,
I put the alpha in the game,
or you can ask your local sergant to point out my name,
Talking about juice; well let me hit you with the punch line
fill it up boys death angel style...
No dissing to be in detenation but,
you know i did get missing,
like a ghost, and these suppose to be homework problems,
I seen the problem before it address, So rest.
Like a fountain to a waterfall im not sitting,
wait for the rain to be contain like the game,
im planning the game...
P.A.L.P cause im ready 4 the world and worst grip then shang shaun,
so rest your beloved it soul and enjoy,
resurrection of somethig like a phoenix now close the zone,
So please look in the book of history,
as holyo6 one of the best gamer to hold it,
and like a ghost the name will never be mitching,
trust what's been writtening
Holy06 The Ghost Is Here...
what is top nine percent a rumor or legend just pen to a paper?
sa mech mu sa rachel...
thanks for the visit it....
and be bless...

Hear the lonesome whistle blow, it echoes across the vast
Continental divide, connecting the Pacific and Atlantic
Coastal shores, by the steel rails iron horse.
It raged in blazing thunder, leaving a storm cloud of white
Smoke in it's wake.
Lightning's hell speed, drives this devil's steed, with flames
Fire, feeding it's belly, by coal and sinews muscled sweat.
The wrought iron beast emerges, from the black pitch of night,
It's sharpen wheels of harden metal, cut, slicing through the
Raw flesh of mother earth, leaving her bleeding crimson red.
Bound and shackled, is this monstrous man-made beast,
Held captive, by the leg irons of progress.
Men covered in soot and ash, tend to the heart and hearth,
Of this demon bringing forth greed's prosperity.
Greased and oiled, pistons push gears, driving this seemingly
Living creation, of mechanical engineering, lit are it's eyes of
Fire, burning through the blackness of night.
The engineer holding the throttle to the floor,
Praying to God, he'll see the sun's dawning
Once more.
Tribal chieftains stand tall on a grassy knoll,
Observing the iron horse below, as the eagle
Soars above, shedding it's feathers in mid airs flight.
As the weeping woman cries, for her people,
For she alone, realizes what is it come.
The mighty buffalo, roam freedoms open
Tundra, as a herd of millions, soon to be
Nothing but dust shadows, phantom ghosts
Legendary beasts hunted by the native braves.
Around the sacred camp fires of old these
Ancient story's of the courageous hunters, shall
Be retold to generation to come.
The mighty Buffalo are brought to the brink of
Extinction by the long rifles of the white mans gun.
Yet these white devils still come, like a tidal wave,
Washing the prairies beauty away.
Hear the lonesome whistle blow, it
Echoes across the vast continental divides,
Connecting the Atlantic and Pacific coastal
Shores, by the steel rails iron horse.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN

Dreams cascade into my life.
Some I have lived.
Others await me in my dream catcher,
for me to full fill.
I walk the silver threads
that weave them together.
This is my path,
to have a dream to follow,
to make these dreams come true.
Yes, I have a dream,
And am living it!!

A full moon night
to my delight
what is so wrong
with doing what's right
nothing is right
after so long
no use in complaining
time to move on
The Dream Water one day
might take me away
farther from the comfort
of familiarity
I float on my back
then shut my eyes
my body now sinking
into ocean arms open wide
Now swallow your son
back to his nature
when he is no longer
needed to stay here
the next generation
are dooming themselves
they need my experience
to guide them through hell
Why should I bother
on my own, I strive through
I turn my back on the thought
of bothering to save you
alone in this world
my, is it spacious
I'm finally smiling,
never so gracious.

She slips from the sleeping ice.
Green, fresh, free to flow
through the great fjord.
Past the blue mountains.
She glides smoothly
over the rocks with glee,
covering them with her cool touch.
Tall evergreens cheer her on.
Waving as she courses down her chosen path,
carrying life.
All the while never tiring!
Surging forward to join the others like her.
This vast journey ,
will not end till she reaches
The Great Shores.
Her journey is joyful.
Touching all on her banks,
leaving the gift of life in her wake.

I am sorry,
I am very sorry,
This is for my daughter
I mean my young, beautiful pet.
That was it, the voice of my friend
Who now prides himself
Of another daughter across the street
Only God knows how many of such
I mean those susceptible to his carrot.
Indeed, very young
Full of life to live
Looking innocently attractive
Until he crept into her life.
Her Aunt’s door left ajar
She fell like a pack of card.
He dazzles her Aunt with intermittent gifts
He branded the girl “My daughter”
My innocent friend became a father
And dangles before his daughter a lanky carrot.
As times tickles away,
The daughter not only eats the golden carrot
But she swallows it gently with exactitude
Yet, her Aunt saw no changes
When carrots thickens her sister’s hips
And her flat buttocks getting curved roundly
While her chest pointer getting shaped
Her Aunt still blinded with gifts of “Suya and bread”.
Here comes this day knocking
As my friend’s daughter
Vomits and coughs repeatedly,
She feigned to be well before her Aunt.
“Nothing, I’m okay”
She smiled to her friends
And pretends to all
But grim only at her father
The act got caught short
Not for too long,
Now we all know,
That she has swallowed her father’s carrot
And it got stucked in her throat.
When?, Where?, Who?, her Aunt queried
Three months ago, she retorted
My . . . My . . . My . . . father, she replied.
Before eyes got blinked,
My friend’s was out of town
In search of another daughter.
Alayande Stephen T.
11.05am
4th August, 2007
Spiced up for my good friend Tope and his daughter.
It all happened on my visit to Abuja.
Suya- An Hausa language (from Nigeria) for roasted meat.

A hankerin’
an unscratched itch
which one doesn’t wish to scratch for one
a need for heat and warmth
a turnstile dreamer ushers night to morn.
A what the hell
why not devil may care
for who else does?
The siren calls Ulysses to her gate.
Flower scents surmount
the desert dryness of aging heroines.
Lotharios play grinding tic tac and toes
searching for the golden fleece.
And neither Heaven nor Hell
concerns themselves
with such mundane matters.

I see that you are here
I wonder how it will be
sensing our connection is far reaching
I know that we have been in this show together before
our roll, our movements like the stars,
slow, deliberate, smiles reunited
does it show...
when I think about it
I understand it less and the shade is pulled down and sleep occurs
all those years
all those close calls, you approaching
so close to me in the pattern,
somehow we both know this
somehow I remember - little packets of light carrying the story to me
over the greatest distances it arrives stripped of its details,
a ghost mouthing the words as it fades into oblivion
I remember you clearly, so long ago
remember that song and the way you moved,
I see it when I look into your eyes,
where I was once forbidden
now I am drowning in them,
when we are together
I see down into the pit where the saint sleeps
you rest the eye,the time, and the memory
I see you
see the hills and the valleys roaming
and the great expanse expanding
in those golden rings, the sun burns
something compels me
something like this
pulling me into the show
into your eyes
I surrender my self

WE COMETH TO MARS
Now after so many trials and errors we have succeeded where all of the others have failed. We arrived on Mars in a mechanical form, a small rocket called Fred.
Contact is by radio, twenty minute delay between the two worlds. Just forty years ago all of this would have seemed a dream.
With our advanced technology and a little luck we have achieved the impossible.
Now Fred slowly picks his way over the Martian surface probing and picking his scientific way using his probe.
His batteries last only a week but imagine what he will see; we sit back on Earth and watch in awe as data streams forth.
This is truly a historic moment, one of the most important yet for man. Soon he will follow in a manned mission, following Fred and his one-way trip.

First, a sequence of footsteps disguised as coincidence.
A smile to hook at eleven, a line to sink at twelve
A style, all the while, caught leaning in the background.
Words, flowing like they’ve been there all along
Dropping us, down another level in their elevator
Further down the rabbit hole.
I become your mechanism
Heeding your every nerve,
Every tiny rhythmic stir.
You sing as I tune you.
At last, the bottom falls out and we’re flying, passing
Between each open idea, dipping
Inside your emotional crevices, tracing
Each curve in your wings-
Color spiraling outward,
Out of control
We crash land by the ocean
Peeking from the rubble.
Though our eyes are all that is left- seeds
Aligned and blooming toward the sun.
Time slows.
And the clock waits outside
As our sandcastle, balanced perfectly on this single fleeting moment
Breaks against the morning tide.
And the night disappears back into footsteps
Just to age in a museum of art never captured.

There is an echo even now. Awakening
From haunted dreams, late in the night
A memory of a dinghy ride by starlight:
The noise of the motor reverberating
Off the coast, above the rushing waves,
Cold and damp from sea spray and rain:
Phosphorescent glittering streams in
Our passing wake arise from unknown
Depths as we skim their salty matrix:
A shoreline strewn with the debris of
That unending war: A warning to steer
Clear off, but to keep a parallel course:
Dark ragged hills like a rip in the fabric
Of a jet black sky and the ghostly white
Foam of the relentless Solomon Sea:
Speak not of crows for I have seen them
In a mist shrouded morning at Rabaraba
Where they held their nodding congress.
And Champion’s surprise at finding me
There, upon his arrival, was worth a
Hundred voyages into Anuki Country.

We have to be careful about our gathering days.
The days full of flowers and loved ones
Around your neck and in your being.
Those flowers will feel far away some days, loved ones lost in clouds.
And then you'll wish every day could be a gathering day.
But how astonishing is it the there's anything to gather at all, ever?
It let's you gather,
And then not,
And then get better.
Take precaution in your idea of what that day will look like.
And it's there, it's always there,
Everyday is always there for the gathering.

A Festival celebrations holidays were on
And a pleasure to go swimming every morn
With friends to the open Arabian sea.
Noticed a war-ship anchored onto the sea.
Hey, buddy, let’s go up to the ship there
Touch and go, who comes first to the shore.
As we were about to approach the ship
Saw some soldiers pointing guns at us.
Fled like a frightened fish seeking the shore
Forgetting who reached first and who the last.
A word went round the town as of caution
As it was the time of the Second World War.
Nothing happened for the next few days
And the ship had gone one fine morning.
But we learnt the lesson of how to swim
Against the tide and also with the tide.
I carry about with me this diary as a treasure
As the lasting perfume, not as a past pleasure
==============================
The poem is an account of my childhood days
Dr. Ram Mehta
Sixth Place win:
In Give me your best shot by John Freeman

some excuses are valid
luckily, I had two pictures
of the seven hundred, fifty pound
Blue Marlin I caught on
a trip to Mazatlan
it took four of us, five hours
to bring it in but now
I feel nothing but eternal guilt
and remorse for executing
such a beautiful creature
even if it is essentially
the fisherman’s dream
the notion of stuffing it
or taking it home never
passed my mind
it would have looked ridiculous
in my small one bedroom
apartment, the fish was eleven
feet long for God's sake!

"The Circus"
The master of ceremonies taps his cane to begin the fireworks
While graduates of the ground exercise their prowess high above
They are wired with decent grip on balancing poles that save their lives
The crowd holds their breath to a well paced piece written just for them
Expressing god given talents in consonance to the format of the show
There are many circumstances of life and death to travel a topsy turvy wire
The crowd has gasped enough
Surprising all who thought they could not do it
The danger, the glory, all to the tune of "Let Me Fall"
A luscious aria for the ears begins to assuage the high tensions
Seeing participants of talent take on amazing feats
Colorfully contorting and twisting to terrifying positions
We could never dream about for it would break our backs
A motorcycle roars loudly without a muffler, majestically it comes
To ride the ring of fire for which rock anthems echo
Off the circle and through the heat while the elephants wait their turn
Standing on hind legs they rise to the occasion
Responding to measures that escalate the mood,
Agnes waves her dancing trunk in 4/4 time
The audience waves back and claps in satisfaction
For the show that began as the Circus Maximus
When Romans needed entertainment all those years ago
And the practitioners of stunt were truly at risk flying high
Without cords and wires for safety, they flew to new realms
Of daring and danger all meant for applauding strangers
Lions and tigers and bears oh my! Today will be so special for the kids
Looking at this and looking at that, all amongst a backdrop of darkness
The clowns flipping bowling pins flopping around in over sized red shoes
Their jovial exterior matches a beauty inside them
It's all for the children responding to boisterousness and glee
Tigers know when to roar and acrobats know when to soar
Adding to a perfect panorama no one can possibly take it all in
The finale comes to an end and they say good bye, taking a bow
Lights come back on and the atmosphere is gone
And leaving almost feels like a sin

Resting Ancestors,
Far from Science,
But the fathers of social science,
Traditions and beliefs,theories of their science,
From rise to demise,
Marriage plays in between,
Bride and bride groom,
Bridging a gold ring,
Round like the moon,no ending surround,
Between in and out a tiny wall stands,
Many curves and many bends like Iceland,
In and out,curves and bends teaching some concepts,
To all the brides and grooms to accept-
Come in as we send out I,
Give in take out,
Joy in sorrow out,
Reaching the curves and bends,
Learn-
To turn!
01.12.2014

This night fate had been decided in the moonlight
As the bread winner had answered to the doomed call-
The compulsory striker had kicked to his goal post.
This sure-bet would never miss the net.
Ere his 'lift-off', our old man had whispered
Love words, and sang spiritual songs to our souls.
Not knowing that this full moonlight night trace will gulp his gullet
And he will never babel any more on this land he keep.
Home couldn't do anything but to wonder about
And soak the floor with our tears.
What an unbelievable seizure of the soul!
Do this means our man had parted this world
And we would see him no more until the final world?
This moon mustn't go in
Before his body 's laid (down)to rest
As his faith demanded.
Should this be a bright moonlight night to spare?
Note;
***sure-bet, compulsory striker- death
***home- family
***our man, old man- Elder

Oh, seek you so freely after greatness
Amidst the lands of thought and realties;
Dare you with cupped hands, drink deeply of wisdom’s waters,
That the brain not be found inebriated by false ideologies…
Thinking, from within the vast Pied-à-terre of your brow,
Discovering, self ingenuously endowed.
Mind over matter vs. matter over mind,
Explore now the winds of fact and fiction,
Let your spirit soar and true knowledge you shall find.
Speaking with candor and clear articulations
living not for want of foolish desires;
yet, for the wondrous joys of learning -- aspire.
Think beyond the box that once pained the mind, being set free.
Stand firmly in silence, hear and embrace knowledge
within a continuity of will, filled by hopes, strengthened by certainty. ~ Believe
O’ acumen’s root liken to the growth of the tiny mustard seed
Which fostered properly spreads into the strongest of trees.
Open the eyes of your heart‘s being, freely gifted by this love
Continually enduring throughout the generations
Accepting in truth receive of the Empowered One
Then may you find, the greatness you seek…

Hello my green, little friend
don't mess with him or you'll have an end.
Alive over eight hundred years,
with his powers, he disappears.
Teaching is one of his strengths,
except for his lengths.
He may be a little bald,
as long as the rest aren't appalled.
Even if he's greenery,
he blends in with the scenery.
He can fight with a saber,
but with good behavior.
For as backwards he talks,
on tiny feet he walks.
This episode is at the end,
so the rebels will apprehend.

Adroit Android
Somewhere between the outer limits and twilight zone
Operating within acceptable parameters of functionality
Sam Android, according to his name plate
Etched along his metallic neck and back
Came from outer space with an agenda
He did not come to serve mankind
He did not come in peace, either
This android had something other on his mind
Programmed by another species
In their image and intelligence
Sam Android gathered information of a certain kind
Reconnaissance of metals is what he is exploring
Shopping for refined alloys and powders
Our scientists wanted to dissect him like a bug
To see what makes it tick with little love and lots of tricks
Androids do not like to be touched by strangers
Clearly printed in the manual he came with
Our technicians studied it and everything found on his space ship
Before they flipped its switch and turned him on
Once activated, there was no off switch, no turning back
Sam had two bright cobalt eyes that came alive
Absorbed everything in sight
In that cold and calculating way of extraterrestrials
It moved quickly with precision and intellectualism
In a nice calm voice it told the soldiers and scientists to move back
When they did not, and by the way, it only said it once
Then opened fire with a laser gun
Penetrated all the walls of the facility of knowledge and higher study
We learned a potent lesson about adroit androids from outer space
They are clever, savvy, do not like to be touched
Or say things twice
We must listen to our cosmic friend
Who could not have been more succinct and clear
Before it blew our buildings and men away
He came here for the metals and other alloys
Communicating with eloquence and in good form
Androids are adroit, programmed that way

I walk dark
Mid night camouflage my face
Provide sanctuary against
Malicious souls and deadly spirits
Who seek to pick my life to insanity
Who offer my body up as road kill
A decade ago, five years ago, yesterday, tomorrow;
Smiles bright as the sun in mid sky
Grins at dusk
Sneers at twilight
Mocks mid night;
Flesh pick from
Blue black brown bodies
Peel back by hot coal
Set to noose five hundred years of dreams;
I slide through the darkness
Naked
For safety
Mid night camouflage my likeness
Blinds malicious souls and deadly spirits to my breath;
I watch
Listen
As siblings dressed in multi-colored joys
Are picked insanely from life
Torn from the fabric of their mid day lies
By truth of white fire
Rope
Tar
Blood.

Birthday Wishes to Nigeria
Many roads have ended on your sole
Many lives coiled around your waist
And as I struggle on the last breath of autumn
To touch just a strand of your hair
From a thousand miles
I say this wholeheartedly
I am glad you were my mother
And my most gracious first love
No matter where I’d be
I hope my undiluted love for you
Will fill the gap between your green grasses.
I’d be the white snow
Beautifying the splendor of your fertility
My lives begin with you
And I am glad my life
Will rest in the arms of your divine>
As you grow from him to Elohim
The glory of God will never depart from you
Happy Birthday Nigeria
Flag Color: Green White Green

In this sweet little pig pen
Walls that once were friends
And bold shields
For lounge room warriors
Now barricade
Detain indefinitely, denying
Beyond them imaginings
For ravenous captives
With restless longing and fears
Choose now the door
Indulgence to ruin, or
Patience to pride
An unforgiving master waits
With bitter destinies to navigate
Seize propitious offerings
Fleeing these halls
To uncertain fate
Courage now, groomed in isolation
Seclusion of rooms
No longer resting places.

If looks and money are what your about
your not getting very far with me
If you believe we use sattelites in space to watch television
you have to be kidding me
One happy victom
center of attention of the brand new dance
teaching his mentors the set up
and allowing them to practice
unbeknownst to the hardcore satanists
we have been watching them all along
practicing our own genre of miracle play
and plotting to trump the hole in their plot
Now they believe in magic
as the media strings them along
i am soo easy to get to
since i am the blind leading the blind
practicing the perfect act
to get away with the perfect crime
this is the leash around your neck
and suddenly it has become mine
Center stage of a plot
where they carry out the joke of me
never understanding my subtle warnings
never fully knowing
there is a hole in the plan
for the world does not revolve around you
and your twisted desires
we did what was right
and will continue to fight fire with fire
Act 1 scene 1 practice makes perfect
act 1 scene 2 an act of our own
act 1 scene 3 deadlocked and now you know
The life around me, fitting me like a glove
a practiced routine
waiting to be noticed so we can play our trump
Spy versus spy versus spy
and in the middle the blind leading the blind
the story of a century you cant afford not to pay attention to
but miss out on it all the time
We told you it was a group effort
to do your bidding mr. powerful renegade
this choke chain around my neck should remind you something
something we have in common
but you didn't know i was refraining from pulling the chain
it's getting harder to breath this unbreathable air
it's getting more difficult to handle the constant lies and drama
I will be fine
just pull this chain
choke you back
we will switch shoes
and welcome to my cult classic
Spy versus spy versus spy
soo many people playing yet too many oblivious for their own good
i could keep this up for your best interest
but thats not suiting me anymore
so we watch you practice your routine
wait for the hole in your plan
and prove it
we are deadlocked
deadlocked
no way out for all involved
I step to the side
you get whats coming to you
i get to move on

To a Bride and Groom
You have the power
over my love
to make my day rain or shine
it all began the day you asked me
"to be mine" and I wrote my name
in blood, on your hearts
dotted line
the power of my love
to fuel what feeds within me
pounce on me as a tiger
humble me as a mouse
your strength envelopes me
as if standing in an unbreakable
glass house
you have the power
over my stare, as you glare
into my inner spirits soul
those who dare to try to divide
I heed them to beware
the power you have over my love
leaves me content, without a care
floating together, we share, in
true loves enchanting bliss
what started years ago, with a friendly
hug, is reincarnated within every
new days kiss

Missed it by *that*much
'Missed it by *that*much'
is what I am told when I 'run '
*Barry Bones and *Karma Lee
the fastest of legs ,with my fingers.
I run, I swipe ,I slide,I somersault
still 'nom nom leathery', the sharp toothed monsters
eat my bones as a tasty treat.
No idol I do get,my running reflexes
chased away by demonic monkeys.
A feeble under 50 meters and skinny 9 points
hoard as the score my sweat earns...
I say, I quit ,to my ten year old
and sneak back to the tab track
when she' s not around.
Insult to injury ,she pokes at my scary scores
mmphh, I really quit ....
(till she snuggles deep in her bed-..s shh)
...and this is how I ''Temple Run',for all I know,
in my daughter's virtual run track!!
?
**I refer to playing Temple Run ,a virtual adventure game ,for winning an idol from a temple . * Barry Bones, and* Karma Lee, are fast running explorers. ..Demons chase the explorers who get inside the temple,so you have to run real fast. I run like a kid myself..Enjoy..

I once had everything
too much in fact
confidence surging
until it told me that
I was wiser than the miser
so I thought to be so
the flaw of my empire
was I couldn't let go
of thinking people
can be taken at word
it took losing everything
for me to finally see
why the of the miser
was the wiser way to be
On top of temptation
sure of my self-control
with the strength of my spirit
I squeeze the hunger from my soul
Now weakness is conquered
I can hold my head high
without needing and wanting
what I need not to survive
just to feel more important
I offer in abundance what you seek
served up for a perfect murderer
waiting for the moment of dependency
withdraw all attention, suddenly reeling
swimming in an ocean of despair
without anyone there
I float aimlessly lifeless
but somehow reach the shore
I lay down to dry out
in the heat of the sun
i feel it's love radiation
fill the void of needing someone
as if it were trying to tell me
its not so bad up here alone
at least nothing can be taken
when the sky is your home
and no one ever again reached me
after I realized what was being said
the wiser the miser
once he never again trusted.
Selfishness appears wiser
why must my heart be bigger
at the moment of truth
wish they would pull the trigger
and end the pain
of either wrong choice
nobody there to listen
so in my head grows the voice
and the message from me
or a God of my special design
nobody can disprove
the choices of mine
because theyre all right to me
they determine my outcome
and if selfish it appears
a miser is one who is outdone
and better off for it
for he is still alive
call him the label that fits you
for his own are worn on the inside.

She was an angel
But she didn't know
Life was hers for the choosing
But she chose to let go
Her whole life before her
But she didn't know
I saw her fall from heaven
The day she let go
She fell into
My broken arms
All of my charm
Only caused her harm
I cried the day
She went away
I close my eyes
See her angelic face
She didn't know
She could save
What does it matter
She went away
And I hold her name holy
As the ghost she now is
My only wish
Is she knew how to live
Life is so fragile
In the arms of an infant
Possibiltiies endless
Endlessly infinite
I remember how
she could smile
Made shattered dreams
Seem worthwhile
I could do anything
Under her gaze
It was me she saved
Then ended it all away
Why did she leave me
To figure it out alone
Why was she helpless?
Why was she cold?
Angel unknown
Please return to this presence
For reality without you
Is never as pleasant
The thought of her
Awesomer
Than you can imagine
She kept me going
By reviving my dragon
Invision a world
Of no material
All in existence
Live in indecision
For no one knows
What they really want
They want a world
That's not enough
And then she returned
To carry in peace
Her healing touch
reached inside me
I know she's there
Though I can't see
I feel her halo
Watching over me
I feel diseased
Then it went away
In the same fashion
As she did one day
One day abruptly
A realization
Was my life
Really worth saving
I'd trade for hers
On any plane
Because an angels special
Until they're gone away

Chandelier of stars,
Against wooden sky,
Feeling so high,
Feeling so fine,
You are mine,
And I pine,
For your every verbal caress,
Every physical beat,
Take a seat,
I’ll teach you what it is to feel-
Heat,
In your backbone,
I need a microphone,
To tell of your appeal,
I feel,
Closer to you each day,
I pray,
To continue this journey of ours,
So far,
We’ve progressed,
Through violence and stress,
Our worst and our best,
We share,
I’d spare,
You,
Of my rage,
I feel caged,
Sometimes,
In my mind,
Since I am yours,
And you are mine,
Our souls together,
Forever?
Forever,
I feed the need,
To succeed,
With you by my side,
I’m in for a ride,
All kidding aside,
Your love lets me float,
I wrote,
This for my man,
So he’ll understand,
What I feel,
So utterly real,
I utter,
And stutter,
One day we’ll walk,
Down the aisle,
For a mile,
On white sand beach,
Confidence in the reach,
Of our hearts,
To each others.

In the land down under, where the hot sun melts
Into the ocean, there exists a quiet splendor,
Of nature's beauty frozen in a stilled silence.
A world of unspoiled grace, protected by it's people,
And nurtured by its native inhabitance.
There is a stillness in this wondrous country,
As if never touched by the outside world,
A harsh paradise of extremes, but blessed by
The almighty's masterful hands.
In the outback nomads land, the bold and
Adventurous explore the unknown territories,
Of this the land of the lost.
In the wilds wilderness, the bushmen are
Kings without equal, traveling down trails
Of the forgotten, but remembered by the
Souls bearing the mark of freedom.
To be born without realities shackles,
Living as men were made to live,
At one with nature itself, taking only
What is needed to survive, in this
God’s country, called Australia.
Here the breath of the lord,
Can still be felt, as a soft textured breeze,
Rushing across the open tundra,
And echoing through the mountain tops,
High peaks.
A golden land of plenty, as it was intended
To be since the beginning, cherished as a
Precious gem, in the crown of he whom
Rules on the most high.
One day I’d love to hear the birds of heaven
Sing, and watch the kangaroos hopping, in
Their wild meadows and glens.
But for now I admire this beautiful land
From afar, this marvel of a land,
Called Australia.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN

I'm just barely trying
not really fitting in
Age wiser the miser
who keeps transcending
lessons and blessings
keep him grounded in hell
this wild child lives not in fear
but much with it, far and near
Sustaining any bit of stress
nothing's important
when driven into madness
then you've lost, beyond the control
that brought you close to greatness
exiting down inside the hole of emptiness
on which my house was built
it landed it on the wicked witch
killed her in a grateful guilt
The worst think they're better
the rest think they're dead
the little you know
should be invested
into knowing a little more
to use on the road when
all luck is licked
I take my luck in the cold world
for it's no existence
of diamonds and pearls
spoiled souls are ugly and twisted
while lesser men shine bright
for they got used to
the void of nothing
while the greedy
wish to get higher
to steal the heaven light
Now everything is wrong
they bottle their pain
exploding, as they fall victim
and pass on the blame
never at fault
stone solid in guilt
a champion devours
until their dreams are fulfilled
nothing can stop them
moving like a train up a hill
giving up not an option
I don't need no one
that's my favorite lie
I wish it were truer
than the darkness of night
for I once knew her
she kissed me just twice
then walked away
from my sadness
and on with her life
I carry that with me
as a mistake of my former
less informed harmless soul
It took all the alone time
for my conscious to grow
and repair all the damage
I gained in defeat defeat
now her destruction is nothing
but another demon I beat
Don't blame me
for your limitations
they were probably
placed there not by mistaken
so the potential for evil
can never take root
and your seed never spreads
into a new movement of youth
that wears your menacing glance
I shake your shaky hand
I see the way of the culprit
in your uneasy glance
and the way you carry yourself
high above all the rest
I'll give you that feeling
that to me is the nothingness
Much like the nothing
you come to realize
your doing for the better
spreading your lies
as if you believed them
like the false belief in yourself
happiness is that door
that you haven't opened yet
or you wouldn't so freely
steal it from those who have
always so jealous you don't know what
its like living without it
As I say in final thought
I put in the work now
so later I'll not
and when I reach greatness
I'll remember the way
with your own shovel
you dug such a deep grave.

Sleep don't come once more
the vampires are out
longing to bite this virgin neck
to taste sweet nectars
fruits of Halloween
A two pronged fork
those incisors permeate the skin
Floods rise and well over
as you drink me in
with passionate greed
Tidal torrents pulsate
as my heart thumps then slows
Faint I grow weak
whilst you grow strong
fulfilled with desires need
You thrive but do not live
for you are bound to the abyss
the depths of darkness
controlled by day
yet free to roam in nights shadows
Unaccepted set apart abnormal
you verge on cannibalistic traits
amongst human nature
barbaric you stalk your prey
like wildest beast next meal
Only hunted down yourself
will you stop
when slaughtered in defeat
with stake through heart
will you fade from our world

In The Desert - Desert Inclinations
Warm souls ride camels high to inclinations
Shifting landscapes change and rise
Reach inside the sands, breath sunburn dry
With buzzards on the bone, drawn in winds direction
Beyond the dunes, there are more dunes to find
Bodies have a tougher time out there, turned red, baked
Dehydrated, never enough water at the oasis
To quench the land and comfort man
Who takes his solace in the sun in endless desolation
The kind you can’t escape from
Earl Schumacker -Created on 9/15/14 for In The Desert – Poetry Contest

I dreamt in sweetest slumber
By the white moon’s soft glow
I was adrift upon a crystal sea of blue
Such ethereal beauty shrouded in sapphire hues
The stars around me danced all along their celestial path
as across waves of sparkling light I did gently flow
Down, down, down the sea of tranquility
through the night I did sail
across the endless heavens drifting upon a gentle breeze
until dawn meet me, and brought me home from my celestial seas
Contest: 1-14 Lines
For: Brian Strand
inspired by the contest Moonlight Dreams by
Tracie Indigo Dream Weaver

My Time Has Come
My time is over here in this body
I am being called home as my work is done here
I hear my Lords voice calling me home
Although I know I will miss this old world
With all that I have seen and done
All the People I have met and talked to
My body can go on no more for it has reached it’s time
Rev. Samuel Mack, OMS
Copyright 2013
http:paladinnews1.blogspot.com

I'm a noble knight
But in rusty armour
My horse isn't really a horse
but a stubborn mule
I came last at Knight school
My sword is bent
my armour full of dents
I see a Dragon or a fight
I run I take flight
In fact I'm not a knight at all
failed the test
to fat too small
The only damsels I attract
are Damsel flies from the trees
But still I dream
One day.
Peter Dome.Copyright.2012.

Twelve Tiers high, the last bale of hay is on the wagon
Suddenly the ground rumbles and the Growth of an Iron door
In the middle of the hay field , rusted hinges caked with dirt
I walked to the other side, the same door from inside was locked
Walking back to the front of the door I brushed away some dirt
There was an inscription, vigorously I brushed the belly of the door
“ The Key is a Teardrop of LOVE ”
My Mind went through Time, to July 10, 1956 : When my brother George “Died”
The tears flooded my cheeks, cascading down the Valley of an old man’s Life
I brushed my eyes and a Tear trickled against the Iron door, The door disappears
The doorway GLOWS with GLORY “ Welcomed to the “ Garden of a Loving Heart “
As I step inside, the birds sing Welcome to Peace and Tranquility, Welcome to LOVE
I could understand their voices, as they understand mine : The flowers spoke in Sight
“ Wafting, Aromas for ETERNITY “
Sunrise, and Sunset colors sooth Mother Earth’s compassion, the Forest and Seas Smile
I listened to the gurgle of the brook :” Grace Unites Reality , Grace Lives Eternal “ Always
The Butterflies converse with the Flowers; as the oceans speak to the clear blue sky
I walk on the gentle Zephyr wind to the colorful Sunset To the twilight of Eternity
With open arms my past Loves welcomes me ; my future beckons me with serenity
I know I must return to reality : as I leave I set a Tear by the doorway “for tomorrow”
Upon my return, to fulfill My Destiny
Inspired By the POEM "The Enchanted Garden" Written by "Constance ~ A Rambling POET"~
For The Contest by Constance "I am sending YOU a Gift of POETRY~ Dear Heart"
Dedicated to ~ Constance ~ by HGarvey Daniel Esquire

On bended knee
I hope you know
Of how much I feel
my heart bestow
For now I offer
my hand my love
a golden band
and pure white doves
Perhaps you'll arrive
in princess carriage
what ever you want
the perfect marriage
Through happiness
and sickness too
I've one true love
and that is you
So if you'll say yes
and marry me
through all my days
I'll cherish thee

Up a tree and down the pole.
Through a tunnel or in a hole.
Across the street or through the field.
A bushy tail as a shield.
Rather hard at work or out to play.
I am always busy. No time to waist.
I'm in for the long haul.
I'll finish this race.
My friends all laugh.
Your only three inches tall,
But size doesn't matter.
To the world: I'm a cute squirrel.

A Paris night,
There is nothing more
beautiful.
Late night walking
through small streets.
The metro, underground
is dark and mysteriously lovely.
Up into the nightlife
emerges spirit from
all.
Twinkling in spots all
around, the music
of the Parisians
sounds.
Like happiness wrapped
in a starry bow
but with wide awake yet
sleepy eyes.
It watches us slowly
wind down
into a café espresso and a
“Bonne matin, madamoiselle."

Dedicated to an author by the name of William Golding... Enjoy!!!
~Two boys meet on an island
~~One is skin 'n bones
~~~The other one is chubby
They discover a lagoon~
Ralph teases him by calling~~
him "Piggy" - how mean!!~~~
Piggy asks him if
There are other people on
The island with 'em
He has no clue
But this'll answer Piggy's question --
Other boys appear -
All diverse shapes and sizes
What'll happen next??
You'll see...
Have you ever read The Lord of the Flies?
I recommend it if yah haven't read it yet - I must admit
It's a book full of adult words and it's simply...FASCINATING! - no lies
You should read it - or you'll regret it!

Two trains coming from different directions
Two friends are coming together
Two lives again intertwined
Two tickets to a grand old time
I board my train at half past five
The fun we'll have is worth the drive
He gets on at half past four
Apart we will be no more
When together we will have a blast
A night I'm sure will forever last
We'll watch the game with a pint or two
I look forward to my favorite brew
We must be careful, we must behave
Last time together we were close to our grave
We drank too much and didn't care
That bus came so close, just missed by a hair
The game is the first of many we'll see
We hope they win we both agree
We promise to make good decisions
And hope to avoid any collisions

We went headlong into Joshua Tree,
the four of us.
Flower maps, Del Taco stops, cigarette butts, and Steel Kettle
armed us through the hot desert air.
This was a time when my voice was lost,
that passionate pointing of your being.
I worked my way through the weekend like the cursor unguided,
drifting across the computer screen.
And this was okay. We find things in the desert.
Traces of the forgotten, colors blooming from
endless rock and sand. Friendship and intimacy
playing like the praying of folded hands, fingers
of the landscape entwining with the fingers of man.
It all seemed so untouched, we felt,
as our own lives spilled out of us drip by drip
across the fire, seeking new bonds
and dropping old baggage, sparkling and crackling
Into dark cool night.
The all-revealing sun in our mornings set sweltering
the space between our hairs, above our eyes,
within our speech, making slick and dizzy
our touching as we hiked, hopped,
climbed, and perched unforgiving surfaces.
Back now, after the drive, the plane, the park-and-ride, and now the office...
my voice still fills a few feet from my body,
though now I know it's still with me,
naked, exposed and wanting as it was
laid out over the natural scars of the wild desert.
I heard it's call, I heard my name,
and knew all that I was, and am, and will ever be.

the life that you have now
is the one you will cry over when you are removed from it
it happens that many lives are taken
away from the now and when we lived
the can’t grow fast enough is bicycle hard to catch up to
crispy in leaves, and, bare under the bark

You make me smile even when the sad songs come on.
You make me laugh with every chance you get.
You don't even have to be here for me to fall for you.
I've played the backseat for too long.
Maybe now it's time to run;
Time to run into love.
What do we have to lost?
This is only life once.
We are only young once.
And I believe I am starting to fall for you.
What do we have to lose?
Let's dive in together,
Holding hands,
Into the unknown.

Clouds garland snow capped mountain peak
Icy snow butterflies melt kisses upon my nose
Puffs of warm, moist breath balloons billow out before me,
quickly chilling, disappearing before my eyes
Crunching snow compacts beneath booted feet
Prints set deep, little more than momentary reminder
of where you have stepped before
Crisp white blanket glints
almost winking it’s Christmas card welcome
as it’s vast white carpet spreads before you beckoning
All of nature along with everything manmade becomes anew
Nothing seems out of place
A bird lands on branch of tree causing cascade of padded canopy
New mound takes position with little noticed effect on perfect landscape
Children laugh and run as they hurl packed balls at one another
Dashing, darting, ducking and returning rogue ammunition
to offending hand and screams of pleasure
Slipping, falling they tumble over repeatedly
Waving arms and legs, when finally still to create snow angels
Then, standing up clothed as abominable snowman
Giving rise to fresh ideas as new creation begins with rolling snow
Bigger and bigger they chase and push, packing tight as they go
Another ball a little smaller to place on top of first for head
Then off they scatter in all directions looking to clothe their model
Returning with woollen hat scarf
carrot and stones to place as eyes nose and mouth with button features
Admiring they know their masterpiece shall be short-lived
For mother nature’s hand will chance to create another slushy muddy puddle

Coming ashore at the island of Trunyan
to its teeth of bone
eyes to four directions tongue bloodthirsty
- what do you want this late at night? surely
to seek help from the moon
black chicken
sticky-rice flower
baskets : baskets
a frozen kris at the tip of my shoulders
suck the remaining portals of shame
at the split of banana leaves I look at her
purple sweat. her white kebaya sodden
pura gede pancering jagat temple as foreground
my name once again
my name once again
- that pot of authentic China rolls like a cart
speeding out of my body
like the shameless envious souls of jealous skeletons:
“look ma, my soul reawakens, I am no longer dead”
two baskets
black chicken
one o’clock that night the island of Trunyan
rolled its tongue in laughter
its tickled eyes stripping all bare
its hoarse voice splitting the eerie road
I want to go home soon – my boat is moored by the lakeside!

This is where death is the child and I it's Laborious hand holder
Jagged night, lean souls
blackened sight in the martyr moon
crooning crows and brazen ravens tear the skies through
Crooked grins and demon walkers make the evil hallow
and the meek surrender
Beads of fear saunter a stream's pace down my tired countenance
The weary die. Her voice bleeds a susurrus...
"Doth thou arrest my poison...my heart...my love"
I only reply true "May I arrest the blade of my weary foe before I arrest thy poison kiss"
There is a place where the mad prophets speak
Where god speaks confused tongue
Where Babylon is anew
This is where death is the child and I it's laborious Hand-Holder
-Kalonji A. Davis
2/18/2010

I am the maker of miracles
a real spiritual man
waltzing through shadows
as they pull me back in
I know I must escape them
any way I can
I know the way out
like the back of my hand
It's just me and the maker
together, he and I
I told you God is in me
you just thought I was high
talking with the Zeta's
they tell me just why
everything has an ending
and the old me, must die
I'm Calm as a bomb
in the eyes of a storm
they stare upon me
as if I've been warned
turn me inside out
as a goodness is born
I wear my battle scars
so stars know I'm war torn
When the gift of life
is freed from inside
the fire starts fading
then the anger subsides
like the great phoenix,
I go back in time
a miracle is born
and now that I'm revived
in my new life, I shine.

~In distress, life is a stress~
Changes is in the heart of a man
The pain he feels is also in the heart
The subconscious will and wish of a man
Is also the subconscious action within the heart
Rejection is a reflex and a weakening
That makes man helpless
The only solution to his problem
Is also from the heart
Battle of sexes and battle to be free
This same unforgotten battle
And battle for freedom
Also resides within the heart
Maternal admiration
And battalion slaps
Are what makes a man
To become a man
If can’t be barbarian
And weep nil to the sky
Then the man -in this heart-
Is unworthy of a man
To withstand boredom whispering
And ungovernable temptations
It all requires a pure heart
Like the heart of a real man
Away from home
And success- a want to hold
It all requires tolerance
Like the heart of a real man
Changes is inevitable
It happens to every life
Far from what minds could say
Perhaps in time immemorial
The way to be steady
And grab the destiny
Is to remain being that real man
With the heart of his own.

Mystic beauty of the sky,
high above the eagle cries.
Tranquil sands beneath my feet,
reminding me of nature's peace.
Blending beauty all in one,
with silent moments under the sun.
The silence of Serenity Beach,
and calmness of the open sea,
whispers from the solem breeze.
Breathing in the salty air,
the wind brushes through my hair.
With tranquil moments under the sun,
soon this day is over and done.
Waves in tune with melodies,
and peacefulness surrounding me.

Hither I stand, at crossroads,
And then I gaze, at the yonder end-
The vague horizon from where I began;
And all that I may ever deem
Is that- my days
Have been a waken dream.
Hither I stand, at the edge of my dream;
Then I wonder, at the depth of my trance-
An adventurous journey through the wondrous woods;
An idyllic stroll through the vicissitudinous meadow;
And from the final station as I depart,
All that I can ever say, is that
Perpetuation has been a rouge
Of fleeting phases of my life.
Suyash Saxena
St. Stephen’s College.

DAVID and Goliath
Sling shot, small man,
Trust me it is all in God’s hand
Think of me as the underdog who sang up the hill-
“I think I can, I think I can!”
The little Israelites that could
Giants if you are reading this poem
You have nothing on this young shepherd boy
Knocking down the hulking bully
David W, are you here listening?
All David's win with bravery holding on to faith in God.
I’m a king you’re a King.
-Sandy 11-3-12

The white dragon hunts you.
With eyes of a predator, ever watching.
Waiting in the dark shadows to strike.
I have chased this dragon before.
For he has haunted me, as well.
Many a lifetime ago.
That you did not know.
There is terror in my heart.
I want to scream, run!
But you will not hear me,
Over the roar of his breath,
or the promise of more.
Your choice binds you to the chase.
No spell I can cast will be enough to save you,
Beautiful boy.
I can only stand here,
and watch,
as this dragon looms
over your poisoned mind,
and weakened body.
You are running out of time.
The chaos is closing in.
Gripping you tighter every time.
I cannot stand to watch.
My heart dies a thousand deaths.
You must run.
Please, I beg of you, for all you are beautiful boy.
I don't want to watch you slip into the past,
As you fall prey to the dragon.
Run!!
GypsyofEssence

Don't stop the CHOP
dash the glorious bits of foam and froth
let the leeward side fill
let the fertile delta pray
for mercy from Poseidon
All hail the storm God...
Angry, black-and-blue, bruise
the coast, claim the futile calm...
meditate on the black hole of the abyss
Can’t STOP the chop…
Brash and brazen tentacle of DOOM
destruction stirs the devil’s cauldron
Watch the witches brew boil over the
capes of man
removing the zen garden
prissiness of the pandering fools
Batten DOWN the hatches boys
There BE a BLOW on ‘er…
ships flail like paper boats
RALE against the dieing, FIGHT
Ride the crest on boards LIVE the fright!

As I travelled across the night sky
by means of an arrowhead-shaped ship
that used free energy; present across every
moon and star,
I noticed that there was no other soul
in the crew’s deck and pilot’s cockpit
‘‘Can I be in a gigantic kind of drone
of some sort?’’ I asked myself as the vehicle
increased its speed to almost that of lightning;
faster than a bullet from a stun gun.
At the right corner of the ship,
I could see different types of strange-
looking alien life from other solar
systems and distant galaxies in glass enclosing,
which looked well cared for, though there
was no sign of soul doing these things
Though I couldn’t see any signs of fans
or ventilators, oxygen was in good supply
all around me, with a slight sensation
of mint in my respiratory system ,
which quickly took my flu away
strangely enough!
The floor looked like glass mixed with silver
and a hard, glossy material that might take a while
to be discovered
While inside the spaceship,
you could see the external environment
clearly, though the people outside
would only see a silvery craft,
just like I did before telepathic voices
instructed me to get inside where I was then
The external environment I could see at the moment
was out-of-place experience where palace-like dwellings
levitated in midair, strange humanoids flew around using
their wings, flower gardens floated in the air, and five moons
of different colors competed to glow in unique beauty
………still I was waiting to hear about my special mission
on Earth, our mother planet, from beings of the fifth dimension,
who had instructed the ship to search for me (why me?!!)

The belief of the soul;
Culture is dynamic
It is the spouse of tradition(coinage)
Culture is life and
High influence of the nation.
Culture those not entice
Superiority among negro
Nor inferiority.
Culture created us equally
But the head determines.
Culture is virginity
Keep yourself safe!
Culture;
Nor racial discrimination,
Nor violence and
Nor religion common
To cultureis the globe
And the outerpart.
Culture is unique!
Culture is different!
Culture is pride!
Culture is not wealth
Nor abject poverty.
God is culture?
We are all one”says” culture

Deep Space Christmas
God is busy this time of year attending to the billions
People’s needs, guiding reindeer, assisting Santa, counting souls
Helping with the naughty/nice boys and girls
Even Craigslist needs some tweaking here and there
And other things too numerous to know or mention here
God is the great Creator out there at all times
At Christmas He moves faster than the speed of light
He has to keep up with popular demands
Stars and universes don’t create themselves you know
He rides great rivers of dark matter like a magic carpet
That move along ribbons of space and time
Cosmic phenomena built on great speeds increasing every second
Millions of parsecs wide and longer than known universes
They curve through cosmic landscapes and glide to the beyond
God looks out at the great black void
And with legions of pretty angels by His side
The wondrous design begins again
Everyone knows that thousands of angels can dance on the head of a pin
It is common knowledge that each celestial creature has that gift
They carry within their deep deep pockets, (just below the wings)
Thousands of other angels dancing on their own individual pins
But did you know these same tiny angels grow?
They expand larger than most universes
With multi-color baskets by their side
God directs them to toss assorted planets
From blue baskets into the great unknown
Over there to be precise, to the right and upward
And somewhat just beyond that spot
The yellow baskets have suns and quasars with special protective shields
To shield the angels from wing singes and radiation fields
They throw thousands at a time by pure design
And since suns are too hot to handle, they throw them fast and throw a lot
Black baskets hold black holes, dark matter and a scattering of exotic things
God pulls them out real slow due to weight considerations and mysteries
Orange baskets hold more void but more about that later
We don’t want to distract you from the Creator
Back at Earth He takes his favorite creation by the hands
Men and women die all the time
He looks at each and every one of them with His bright kind eyes
At that moment they are the only thing in His universe
Don’t cry. You are not applying for a job
He holds them as his own and welcomes them home
So grab a basket from an angel and let’s get back to work
Universes don’t build themselves you know

HAVEN INTRO.
*I am a lover of vampire stories and movies. So, I have decided to try it on for size,
and create a free verse series, on my own conjuring Vamp love story…Hope you
enjoy!! ~Miranda~
NOTE: a new chapter will be added once a week, stay tuned!
Aberration defines this creature
He walks among us all
Although he blends quite well
Is only seen at nightfall…
>“Master DeRay, I’ve found doubt in myself,”
Says Tate, in cold confusion
“My eyes beheld a beauty, her blood…
Smelled so luxurious, I WANTED IT,
I YEARNED for it, but some urge against myself
Restricted me from her taste…”
His mind pondered his words- he uttered slowly,
“…as if she was favored against me.”
DeRay alarmed, sifted swiftly toward Tate
Face so filled with hatred
Scornful looks, that could pierce Tate’s granite form.
“So you’ve been consumed by infatuation, eh…”
Words like venom from the tongue
“An ignited flame in the devil him self:
The enchanter has been enchanted.
Have you reached the un-dead senile age?”
DeRay belted a screech of laughter
From the pit of his empty stomach…
“Ah, but the strong finds his weakness…
After 335 long years…
What do you propose I do with you now?”
Tate leans closer, his eyes a twisted noir
“ What do you wish...master…brother?”
A taunt towards DeRay, as he whispers the reply,
“ Leave me Tate, I ban you from this court,
If I see you again, you know I must
Bring your everlasting life to it’s end”
Tate shot a saddened glare
Which brought shivers to DeRay’s spine
“I will not stand below you DeRay,
Your power, Is an equal to mine. Just as you say
We can’t feel, yet I do,
I will show you we can live without
The need to kill.”
DeRay turns to respond,
But, Tate obeyed his will.
A young woman he seeks.
An un-beating heart fulfilled….<
NEXT****Chapter 1: Miss Raliegh Eila Beydritch
Est. submit date: 3/18/2011 6 pm

I want a love that
fills my veins like
liquid fireworks
sweet like sugar and
cinnamon
strong enough to knock
me off my feet, like a
mighty ocean wave, yet
gentle and magic
like the forgotten lyrics
to a nursery rhyme
I want our spirits to soar
into a bright forever
like two yellow balloons
released, by the
tiny, sticky hands
of a little child
I want, my man, to know
my true self
like the words to a favorite
song on the radio
to feel me, all that is me
rhythm bound from a beaten
street drummer
I wish to be a bright guiding light
as the first star
to your empty night
A familiar love, as
traveling back to a childhood spot
your first love kiss...
first bully fight...
first playground crush lost...
I want a love
that encompasses
my senses, envelopes me
from nothing, like the
steam from my rose petal tea
filling my pores
leaving me
rejuvenated and refreshed
A love, whom steals my worries
as a thief in the night
and greets me with doe- eyed
kisses, once rounding
up a fight
I speak these words into the
universe, to send me a love
to call my own
what path will my soul mate
travel to me, mysterious
mystical journey unknown

Lunette, i was named at birth and it perfectly suited me
cuz i was always up at night, observing it with scrutiny
i had a little secret, only Abhi knew and trusted me
he was my best friend ever, he believed in my destiny
i loved the moon and had a song
the song gave me answers in my heart
i didn't know how i knew that song
but it helped me seperate the right and wrong
The project i had in college was huge
Yen was arranging for Mr. Fiddle, but he refused
Mr. Fiddle was an astronaut, famous and renowned
But asking for his help, only left him frowned
"Lune, do you know him?" Yen asked me one day
"Why?" I asked confused, "He likes you!" Yen was about to say
"I don't know him!" i said to Yen, the joker
All he would do is fool around and play poker
"Fiddle said he'd meet us, only if you come along"
Was Yen telling the truth? Only one way to find right from wrong
at night i sung my song, asking moon for its help
i called Fiddle on his number, i knew that voice from somewhere
We set ready to meet him, Abhi, Yen, Marsella and me
Marsella and I were bff's once, but now I ignored her completely
After formal meetings at Fiddle's house, the others left me with him
all i wanted now is truth and only truth from him
"You're not a human Lune, Night Riser's, we are
I am your grandpa Lune, i've searched for you, wide and far"
He was kidding, i thought, i was not an alien
But then he sung my moon song, how did he know about it?
he started his story and involuntarily i sat still
i wanted to know the truth, no matter what will
"Pikshtra invaded our planet, Prisma" grandpa started to tell
"a bad person he was, he used explosives there"
"he bought me and my wife on earth for some research
a top secret thing it was, but for us, scientific torture
electric shocks and huge machines, made us unhealthy
in return all it did to him was make him wealthy"
"We tried to escape and managed at once
for a few years we got rid of him
We had a son, who was married by then
and two beautiful granddaughters was our gift"
"Pikshtra found us, on the birth day of my granddaughters
we ran in different direction, getting seperated
i lost my wife and others as well
But found both my grand daughters..."
"Where is my sister then?" i asked
"You know her" Fiddle said
"Marsella it is" he added along
it was too much to digest, i wanted to sing my song...
**for the entire story visit:
http://fictionworldbyap.blogspot.in/2012/07/night-riser.html

With a sleepy smile she whispered
“I said I do today”
Spoken words with heart and mind
Lust and desire made clear
“Boy, how you grind my gears
and still arouse such wantom awakening
to parts of my body previously only stirred…”
My mind turns to the number of times
we have all but made love with our clothes on
Innocently touching, holding, wanting
Preserving something so very special
ready for the day that I can take you
Knowing you are my bride, belong to me,
are part of me, for now we are one
Together every breath, movement, thought
melds together in heated entangled embrace
My hands search for the warmth of your touch
the silky softness of your satin smooth skin
Item by item crumpled garments fold to floor
as I slowly admire your naked womanly form
for first time
watching waiting wondering
yet knowing you are as ready as I as you smile
I scoop you into my arms,
lie you on our bed
Slowly we make our way into Paradise,
lost to ourselves
Found in our desires for one another
Destination – satisfaction
We arrive as husband and wife

"You're the epitome of what every guy wants to be. If I can choose an element it would be your class, it's one with your name on it. Not the class everyone else has been rocking.
For they do not know how to put on your attire; it's filled with neo classic soul and a bit of rock n roll.
I realized I couldn't control, what comes so natural to me like this flow. I see my future love in you.
I want all my worries and sorrows to melt into you when we're kissing, so you'll know exactly how i'm feeling.
If it's not you i'm loving i'll keep not settling. Until now i'm gonna keep emancipating. You already know you got me doing whatever to please me. Cause you've seen the real me, i'm not greedy. I have enough love to conquer hate for eternity.
We could stand for what destiny is meant to be, if it's like Bonnie and Clyde than at least we will have a ride to the endless skies.
Such an untouchable force others will have to reconsider what they're are in for.

I have a Gypsy Heart
from here to there I go.
I live for adventure.
Day by day,
I never know where I will go.
Just know I will always,
follow my gypsy heart.
It takes me to all the places
I will go, to and fro.
And I carry each and everyone of you
in my Gypsy Heart where ever I will go.

Tears too late to regenerate
and all because we acted too late
Future generations will face decline
If we continue to be ignorant to every sign
Ozone has odor like chlorine bleach
Its now to stop now to teach
For exposure produces headaches, burning eyes
irritated respiratory passages, asthmatic sighs
All of nature in decline
Don’t waste water treat it like wine
Be careful that you sort your rubbish
Recycle everything we publish
What you buy is important too
As is how much liquid flushes down the loo
Then the factories where the ‘stuffs’ produced
need reduce the smog that they’ve induced
Stop pollution at its source
And where possible walk of course
Or otherwise lets travel together
Protect our plants, trees and our weather

I left Ireland in the 80's with my husband and two babies for Holland. In 2003, we
returned so that our children could have an Irish University education. Dublin was
buzzing with life at the time, it was very expensive but we were home. Now in 2011,
my daughter is emigrating, back down the old ancestral path, she is going to Madrid
to teach English there. Our country has collapsed so badly, there is no employment
here so we are exporting our young, educated children by the day. A sad day for me
as my daughter leaves tomorrow. I wrote her this poem.
To Sarah
On the wave of emigration
I want you to know
That I see you, a fellow female
An equal on every level
Not just my daughter
My little pink princess
I see you as a woman
A power within this world
With oceans to offer
A lifetime still to learn
Go to your new life
A teacher in Madrid
Be free and fearless
Spread your wings and fly
Take the opportunities
Shape them to your dreams
You have all the tools
You can use them now.
Your analytic mind
Will help you make good decision
Fair and just rewards will ensue.
Your radiating heart
Will gift you new friendships
Maybe even a new love
All in good time
You will never be alone
Because you have a deep sense of self
This will be fortified
With this new tide
Your feet firmly planted
Will always serve you well
Balancing the ups and downs of Libra
Always true to yourself
Life will be true to you too.
We live in a new age today
This global world is small
As we email and skype
Fly back and forth to visit
We will continue to love
As mother and daughter
Our journeys through life
Shared
Forever together
My love
I will hold you safe
In my heart.

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A restless soul am I
never satisfied with what I find
seeking that which is new to me
made by God as I am -- I am, who I am.
Torn between the rules of life
following them causes me much strife
bored with the same old humdrum
always moving on to something new
made by God as I am -- I am, who I am.
There are other folks just like me
searching for answers on a restless sea
tossed about like a ship without a rudder
made by God as I am -- I am, who I am.
Recurring tasks becoming boring so soon
following the same old game is a downer for sure
Restless by nature, always seeking a new game
made by God as I am -- I am, who I am.
New sunrises are exciting for sure
new days always bring hope for horizons not seen
searching for the mysteries of life in a never ending game
made by God as I am -- I am, who I am.
Life is but a challenge to seek
mysteries are but puzzles to solve
each day is but a day to enjoy,
made by God as I am -- I am, who I am.

My Handsome King
Your royal palms gently wave
at me each time I see you,
I have to blush
each time they do.
Your sugar white beaches moan
for my feet to greet
them each time we meet.
My feet move to the beat
of salsa when they
remember you.
Your gentle breezes caress my
hour glass hips each
time I run to you.
They rock me like a baby
when I sail over
your bright
blue waters.
Your bright moonbeams create
a halo around my head
as I shake my long golden
hair to say hello to you.
They dance around like a drunken
gypsy with the sparkly stars
up above as I take my
midnight stroll with you.
Your regal art deco
buildings of pastel
stand at attention,
every time I dream
of your streets of gold.
Your sun's rays of warm
glory tickle my
bare breasts gently
as I rest my body on the
safety of your
heavenly sands.
I humbly bow my
head to you with honor,
for your sweet
whispers of hospitality
have overtaken me,
my Majestic King
of the South Beaches.
Miami, you are my
handsome, winter friend.

In It's Own Sweet Time
No matter what you try to do, a baby won’t walk till he’s ready to.
Say Mama and Papa all you want, but until their ready they just won’t talk.
You can tell them to do whatever you want, but until they listen nothing’s heard.
You want to go east and they want to go west, you’re not guiding them along.
You’re taking their hands because they might, on their own wander off.
But still, remember all will happen… in it’s own sweet time…
The myth they say is: when young, they’ll do whatever you want…
But that isn’t so… even then, they know what they want.
They’re not being cute as they bide their time to take off…
They don’t simply, await their teenage years for rebelling and trouble…
They’re ready and able… it’s you that’s on cloud mastermind.
But you’ll soon discover that, it will all happen… in it’s own sweet time.
You think you have control and they listen so well, but they don’t.
That’s why you hold their hands…as you go out the door.
In the teenage years they’ve just obtained more room to show you their minds.
Like when you allowed them to start to drive, and you say not to speed.
How many tickets did they acquire? How long before you fixed the car?
You See? Just remember, they’ll start to listen in their own sweet time.
Everything’s not lost and everything’s OK… children have always been that same way.
And they drive us crazy all through our lives, but we never give up on our love…
Cherish the years and all that they hold, for children are something greater than gold
You’ll love them throughout the years even when they, like us have grown old…
But again, some day you’ll discover that… in your own sweet time.

Waking to the call to prayer near a Turkish mosque
Blowing “bonjour” to passersby in chic, classy France
Nibbling cheese on a snow-capped mountaintop in Switzerland
Printing footsteps across the linen snow in Siberia
Singing with the birds on the Mongolian grasslands
Gathering simple smiles along a street in Indonesia
Strutting past all the windows down Fifth Avenue
Dancing with the pouring rain in the Amazon
Inhaling the love swirling in the Darling Harbour breeze
Planting kisses on the sparkling gems of Angola
Tasting the spice-laced air in a crowded market of Morocco
Leading a weary camel through the desert of Arabia
Then near the end of the day I
Wade across the Red Sea to catch
The sunset on the golden Egyptian sand and
Lay back to count the stars
With my head against a date palm tree
Somewhere in the silent darkness of Afghanistan.

Mass of red and gold plumage
blood of supreme incessant immortality flows within
Only I alone can reign stronger
a fortiori
than the army of any man or beast
Symbolic of Christ, ressurection, afterlife
In death redeemed
consumed by fire
only to be born again of ashes
I will rise up again!
Injured from mortals wars
I simply ameliorate and regenerate
I am fire and divinty
Continually watching the irresolute
ever changing, dynamic world around me
In despair I scrutinize and contemplate
as all things moral
are taken from me periodically and adinfinitum
lost ever and again
Armys of mortals have chased my blood for an age
in want of my immortality
Whilst they wrangle with continual want
and I would content for less
I have met no immortal contender
my glorification to you either unobtainable
or a terrible curse
As a deity I serve this planet in all my supremacy
for I will foresee you all
Authors note
This piece was originally written as a two part collaborative effort with poet Kathleen C.
Mannon, otherwise known by pen name kkatie55 . The prompt we were given to write to for
contest was Mortal vs. Immortal in September of 2007, a month after I first started writing I
believe. To begin with we both took our ideas and wrote individually then bringing our ideas
together and changing slightly to fit from there… I tried to write so this would stand alone
too, and have only just decided to bring it out to share for opinion. To see the write with the
omitted verses written by the other poet, please feel free to go view at this link where each
poet has initialled over their respective stanzas/verses.
http://allpoetry.com/poem/3404940
Thankyou for your trouble in reading this explanation, but I do not wish to discredit its
original intention nor take anything away from the other poet by placing this half here. I
hope you shall be excited about reading it in full…

You lean your back against the willow tree, watching the heavens cry,
You stand there a daze in the mist of the cool, wet summer air against the willow
tree. Your theme song playing in your mind...
Roll up your pants,
take off your shoes,
and run...
Run through the rain...
Run against the wind...
Feel the happiness,
the pain,
the rain.
Roll up your pants,
take off your shoes,
and run...
Watch the world around you spin into a blur...
Watch it tilt...
Watch yourself fall off the face of the earth...
Roll up your pants,
take off your shoes,
and run...
You run until there's no turning back.

So the leaves are falling now, and in color, are turning
While young hearts, from summer, still burning
Running through life, love's wings, oh how they're earning
They are growing, and life's lessons, they're learning
And so now a new day is dawning
Where things won't be the same
For in my heart, passion's spawning
Here come the Winds of Change...
Now something new awaits us
Just across the summer horizon
Taking over now, just fate's lust
Oh how the Winds are Changin'...
Loving more and more each and every day
Where hearts are running free, and never slowing
Will this feeling, just for awhile stay?
The Winds of Change are blowing...
Now the Winds of Change are storming
From across the sparkling western sea
New outlooks on life and love, they're forming
In a couple years, where will love be?
But what is it now that I'm feeling?
It's something pretty strange
My world is shaking now, and reeling
Thanks to the Winds of Change

VANISHED
We are the echoing voices crying within the darkness,
Melting mists of vapor co-existing amongst the living,
The ambling drifters shifting between reality and limbo,
The vanished.
Displacement malfunction, the frozen chill in one’s space,
Happening without explanation, the corporal spirit sliding
In the temporal rift as if a doorway has opened then closes
With sudden forces slamming,
The vanished.
Running at full sails speed the ghostly ship hanging on the
Distant horizons cresting wave, the Bermuda Triangles curious
Answer, never revealed, a planes broadcasting its S.O.S. then
Nothing except statics silence, the walkers of historical significance,
Never heard from again except in dusty monologue’s ancient text,
The vanished.
Rebukes despised disposed by hatred lies of malice, the forgotten,
Yet we touch the living by the night’s lunar light, angers tortured
Languishing amidst the flames of hell’s fire, crying out for justice
But receiving only torment, silences footsteps heard amongst the
The land of the living,
The vanished.
Sacrifice’s vanished foe, given to the idle gods of the past,
Manipulations fallen solider who gave his life for what
He believed was a justified cause, the lost soul of the
Innocent that does not realize he lies in the kingdom
Of the diseased,
The vanished.
The crumbling ruined city, with its lingering residences,
Still haunting the abandon streets and venues of the past,
Do to tragedies misguidance, or alliances bomb shelled fortress
Torn apart and left to molten ash, these shadows of innocence
Remain, behold
The vanished.
The dead man’s sleep walker, emerging from his cryptic
Tomb, suddenly realizing it’s survived the end of the world,
But now he’s all alone, in isolations one celled chamber,
As the human ash cloud descends upon the last ma
On earth falls to his knees and screams out loud, why,
Dear God, why
The vanished.
Listen to the voices carried upon the wind,
It is the vanquished seeking answers without
Replies response, the weeping victims of time
Bang against our shutters windows, and knock
At the front doors of our souls, they will not
Be ignored,
Those vanished.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN

This chill
before me
collides with mine flesh
Full of life
ingenuous life
against mine flesh
In the wrap of the cabin
with the hearth just kindling
and our hearts and flesh tingling
close against
the rough of mine chest;
her breasts

Laughter on a lilting wind
Crush and crumple, sneeze and fall
Do you hear the wild geese
The trumpet sounds for summer
Take the rake and pile them high
These gifts of lingering light
Born on breeze of apple crisp
And smashed pumpkin premonitions
Bury yourself in the core of autumn
peek out like a nestling true
Or ride the hay bales high a scratchin’
Underneath a howler’s moon
Purple abalone face of night aglow
Dew the jaded remnants of summer gone
Wrap the joyful child of man
Within the muffled scarf of winter’s dawning.

This is not goodbye
It is see you soon
This is not goodbye
We still got lots to share
This is not goodbye
Because no matter how far we are
We are forever near
This is not goodbye
We will be together again
This is not goodbye
How can I have fun
Without you near?
I’m not going to cry
I’m going to seized my tears
Though I’m staid
And my heart is crying out
Like a waterfall
Because this is not goodbye
I know you’re sedate
I know you’re pensive
We all are
But I am going to be defy
Because this is not goodbye
It is see you soon

I walked across the pasture green
In search of something yet unseen
And as I reached the hill's crest
What I saw below I felt truly blest.
I very carefully made my way down
Toward the little grove of trees I'd found
Anxious to see what they did hide
I gently pushed the brush aside.
The atmosphere did suddenly change
The green canopy kept the heat away
As And the coolness settled round
I heard the birds chirping sound.
A movement to my right caused fear
Not quite sure of what was near
Until his antlers I did see
And realized he wasn't sure of me.
As I gazed into his eyes
I thought I heard him breathe a sigh
And as I smiled and stepped past
It seemed to put his mind at rest.
In shafts of light scattered here and there
Wild flowers could be found
Dancing on the gentle breeze
Spreading pollen all around.
I sat beside a flowing river
In grass of carpet green
Soon the little lady bugs
Were resting on my jeans.
A hefty branch protruded
From the river's edge
And as I watched ten little turtles
Found themselves a place to rest.
As they basked in the sun
They seemed so at peace
Until a pesky magpie
Dive bombed them from a tree.
As I watched natures wonders
I heard a shrill scream.
Suddenly I realized I am all alone
I reached into my pocket
And took out my cell phone.

I am the breath of hells fire, breathing down the neck of humanity.
The unnamed death, striking fear within your ancient night mares.
A winged demon, biting at the back of the wind Gods themselves.
Mankind's tormentor by flame and earthquake, a creature spawned
Within volcanic lava, and woven spells cast by a wizards anger.
My hearts desire, is greed's lust, for a rich mans passion, a golden horde,
To touch it, is to bring deaths assurance, for it is mine, and mine alone.
A moon spirit of illusion, I seek thee, fleshes feast, by twilight's
Blackened hour, I so hunt, raw satisfactions carnal pleasures.
The righteous knight, kneels before his king, claiming victory or death,
In my hollows cave, many trophies of these men have I, as bloody
Souvenirs, shield reminders of nobility fallen.
Am I a myth, or just a legend, test fact to fiction, come if you dare,
Within my chambers lair, I'll show thee reality, by tooth and claw.
Beware mortal, for I have out lived many of your kind, and shall
Remain thus eternal.
For as long as hatred, and malice exist, so will my kindred thrive,
Amongst thy species.
Awaken me from my slumber, and know true pains reclamation,
Salvation's damnation, is to rue this day's sun rising, for you shall
Burn in it's embers crimson light.
Let the mountains crumble, seas swallowed by the oceans,
Behold the dragon remains alive, so am I the infinite divide,
A tidal wave, crashing against the shores of human habitat.
For I am the serpent, death's itselfs arch angel,
Known as the dragon.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN

My trip to mighty Blighty.
At the age of just nineteen
I bought myself a ticket
Packed up all my bags and stuff
And climbed aboard the ship
I was off to mighty Blighty.
And so I left these Aussie shores
And sailed the deep blue seas
I crossed so many lovely countries
And stopped at quite a few
On the way to mighty Blighty.
I travelled through the Suez
Then went on up to Naples
And then off to Gibralta
I saw some lovely sights
As I sailed to the mighty Blighty
Then sailed on to my destination
No more stops along the way
Four long weeks it took this boat
Then at last I spied the shores
As I arrived at mighty Blighty.
23 May 2014.

How do you DO that
And what are you thinking
when you do
the things that you do?
What does it mean when
friction and moisture transcend
scientific explanations?
Is the glow in your left eye because
of its color?
You like to look,
I like to feel...
Today, it seemed like you felt
while I looked.
How does that happen?

Flying through space,the weightlessness mesmerized
Enormous levels of bliss surpassing every energy point
Freedom from the unseen burdens,never existing desire of deceit and lie
Divine connection with the cosmos observed by the third eye
Discovering colors that never reflected
The saturated sunlight that never entered
The iron stand that never spoke
The glass of water that never froze
Spiritual glory brightens the soul
A hidden secret nervously told
Unleashing the thoughts for centuries were shackled
Chained and locked up ,not to be meddled
Serene truth of the universe delightfully unveiled
Gracefully entering the heaven,regrets of reality seem to fade
The glistening beam showers the surroundings
The rays of light,so surreal and astounding
A sign from above, a clue of the universe
Losing faith over the ages, conquers the being
Music is visible,the bright melodies dancing in allegiance
A call from nature, going back to the old ways
The flower with thousand petals also has the urge to sway
Swimming through the ocean,with an aim to find
All the hidden treasures,of this mysterious mind
Far away from the concepts of time and space
Just moments of belief ,not engrossed in the never ending race
Halfway through the voyage ,it all disappears
Depressed and confused surrounded by fears
Like a little boy lost in the park drenched in tears
Disbelief for this life,it can never be the same
Wandering the alleys,the quest for nothingness was all in vain
Thoughts suffocate the soul,was it worth being called insane?

Behind the shadows of one of my dark nights,
I could always hear your damning scream.
So destructive you are and most definitely the principle to my pleasure with this pain.
In the still of one of my Moonlit nights,
Entire shadows went completely insane.
It cursed me until finally I gave in and I came.
Standing behind despairing shadows, they seemed so supreme.
That beast is much too hollow for the depth I declare to redeem.
That beast has such an untimely yet, climatic recognition.
And he is much too wicked for my most harsh extremes.
All at once these moments brought forth my own conviction.
He calls out to me begging me by my God-given Earthly name.
My, my how he opens my constricted eyes in an upright direction.
To the true nature of a man living in a wondrous cloth so plain!
That beast is more than I could've ever dared to imagine him to be.
My Dearest God I do say to my one and only admirable Thee,
I love that Heavenly King, thy Holy One and no more can I add.
His depth I feel even when I am not what I seem.
Yet, I hold a masters key to that beauty in the beast.
Forever and always, you shall reign an Earthly king so enjoy your feast.
Even when the whole wide world thinks that I have gone completely mad,
Yet, I am perfectly holding the only hope even when they are all insane.
To God Almighty and to you earthly kings,
I give to you my right hand delivering priceless love blessed by my name,
Because I was the only one through sickness of my own weakness,
So now their courage shall bleed with every bit of their gambled pain.
I say to you, the beauty in the beast has finally earned his rightful name.
Albeit, I also say to you that victory shall forever rise above his reign.

Neglected and forlorn
like the parent uncared for
left to the ravages of time
the great pyramids of Khuf
Khafre and Menaura sit.
The city about them spewing
the gases of man into the once
pristine desert and sky.
Hydrocarbons and lead turn
the atmosphere a shade of ochre
tinged with rust,
and the haze through which
the marvels of the ages are seen
is all that maintains the fantasy.
Centuries pass
as the life in and out of Cairo Egypt
leeches off the glory of the past.
Architecture, art, gold and silver
that flowed from the mines
like water from the font of Eden
oil the skies and pump the heart
of a nation.
The Golden Age fell,
fell with the onslaught of the Romans
and Christianity…
leaving a people to live
on the corpses of Pharaoh’s
http://www.arabworldbooks.com/articles1.html

Those pitiless days ’re enough to puzzle the compassionate mind.
A phenomenal gesture, soon sued to have downplayed the legit,
That even the impartial impact was bandit with words.
Not so funny ’re those days
That devils 're clad in bigotry .
And soon ready enough
To poison soups
Meant for the entourage.
Pitiful quill perhaps has taken over this weakening wit.
Now struggles continue.
Exclusive parcels to all the greenery gestures.
Your compassionate touch is well noted
And well felt.
Thank you so much for the deliverance.
Penned by:
Abdulhafeez Oyewole
18/5/2013
Previous contested poem title: 5 Minutes Challenge
For: Russell Sivey's "Complete Your Poem" Contest.

A Little Air Please - New Year's Resolution
Breathing is an important thing to do
I think I will resolve to do it too
Through and through the New Year
I think I will start at the stroke of twelve
And make it my New Year’s resolution
Take one breath at a time and call it mine
Swallow air, as if it is my very first time
And then for good measure
I resolve to do it again
Breath once in and once out
Throughout the year
I hope I get it right
Sometimes I’m confused and I forget
Should I start with an exhale first
Then do the inhale next?
I want to do the New Year right
If I hold my breath too long
Will I lose my life?
Will I become addicted?
Created on 12/08/14 for – Regina Riddle’s - “New Year's Resolution” – Poetry Contest

Car Trouble
The car started slow to go as cars go
Silent on the ride it motioned down the road
Leaves could be counted on the trees as I passed by
I counted every one just for fun
The pace picked up and time stood still
There was nothing to be done
It seemed a little odd at first
When the car traveled in reverse
And headed off the cliff into the universe
Falling off I screamed and cursed
Maybe the brakes gave out
Way beyond our system solar making many lefts
And when the auto made a sharp turn right
Exceeding light speed passing planets
I realized there were no street signs or people or roads
Everything was calm and normal in the void
A pleasant voyage but I had to wonder why
The Earth removed itself from sight
From my rear view mirror speeding out
I only paid five dollars’ worth of gas
Screaming past the universe unfolding
Collapsing there in front of me and dads jalopy
It seemed curious indeed
Will I make it home for dinner
Will I be late to the dance this evening
And will my parents be angry at me
The air condition stopped working hours ago
There are only foreign stations on the radio
Space ships pulled up next to me
Orange beings questioned why I drive so slow
Creatures with five eyes laughed at me as they rolled by
Silver androids stopped me for conversation
Space police pulled me over for speeding in wrong directions
For going ten thousand miles per second
In a three thousand speeding zone
They issued tickets for space ship violations
For speaking in a foreign tongue
And chewing gum without a license
And for being an alien without alien registration
Also for Improper lights in a speed of light designated zone
They sent me home with just a warning this time
I told them time had stopped
They wrote me up again for that and driving backwards
As I arrived back in time
Mom and pop stopped me on the spot
I forgot to take the trash out so I’m grounded
No more car or dancing with the stars

Singing around in love;
Smiles built from the ground.
Holding hands in the dance;
Laughing with brothers and sisters,
All in His Glorious Name.
Throughout His perfectly sculpted land:
Look around because this is it;
Look around because this is love;
Look around and know, understand, comprehend,
Rejoice because you are perfect;
You are God's beautiful children!

Some people can draw
Some people can write
Some people like dogs, others like cats
Others like both or neither.
Some people like to sit out in the sun and chat
Some people like to sleep in and make music after dark
Some people can't tolerate smoke
Some people can't tolerate noise
Some people can't tolerate sarcasm and some
can't tolerate intolerance.
That's like what 5% of 99% looks like
and if I can't post this here,
then where can I?
Bounteous blessings on the tent watchers
the strategists
the dancers
the photographers
the voters
the meat eaters
the ones who eschew meat
the ones who really don't care either way
Bounteous blessings on the people who speak
with their own voices
in the moment
and have the grace
to allow others to do so
Bounteous blessings on the people who after they've spoken
reflect on the moment
and reconsider.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Occupy everywhere

About Ants And Trees
Shadows feed trees first against the suns reflection
Long shadows cast the smallest ants against their majesty
Though diametrically opposed to such strange creatures
Shadows have no interest down below
Insects have no place to go but up
Shadows must first feed trees in shade to give relief
Leave the ants till last
Blistering relentless sun dries the leaves and roots
Saps them of their energy and life
Shadows come on stronger on larger objects
Such as mountains and taller trees
Insects such as ants are far too small
Dodging the light on forest floor
They could be overlooked by these mighty giants standing tall
Trees get their fill of sun and shade and lazy shadows
The smallest ants know not to tamper with perfection
Progress and nature have to wait
When light of day finally finds them scurrying away
Sun will find them early in the morning or late afternoon
On the horizon, that’s when we see the vast and great reflection
When even the smallest ants cast long shadows on the day
Created on 1/04/15 for – “Even The Smallest Ants Cast Long Shadows”

Dogs bark
as we are strangers on this block
the night
is not used to intruders like us
the crickets
don't even trust our footsteps
just past eleven
and the windows have eyes
curious
of our unfamiliar presence
and I can't hardly blame them
we don't spell trouble
but the cicadas
and their fellow creature's trust
has worn thin
a dark cat
(I'm betting is black)
is tiptoeing this way
he's been sent to take a closer look
the watchman of their darkness
whose intentions are
that we might possibly see him
and feel the need to go away
but the night is a puppy
and we're not going anywhere
it will take a much bigger spook
than a (black?) feline
to scare us away
we've got tiger's blood
and the dogs
cats
crickets
cicadas
creatures
and neighbors
all know it
we called their bluff
and it's getting late
for them
but its damn early
for us
grab me something cold to drink
it's going to be a long night alright!

The secret syllables
and words
surround me
in a morning fog
I absorb them through
the places I wonder
ideas I ponder
they flow into my blood
veins
as they spill from my rose
lips
like shameless water
they sweep into me
like the wind behind my bare knees
they whisper into my ears
within the summers breeze
they creep u on me
like a bottle feeling
emerged from being
cloaked deep within
the search for a pen
and paper, feverishly
begins
into the depths of my soul
the intensity
is hard to control
like a wave, the words
tumble over me
overwhelmingly
grainy sands distort
my messages vision
as I struggle to write
how I remembered the piece
would begin
it feels like a rush
of electric
creativity
lightning bolts of
wisdom
jolt through my body
shooting from me
stories of grief, and struggles
things I share to help
others
not to repeat
of loss and love
like a bottled sermon
thrown from above
the words hit me

The wind whipped the canvas tarp,
rain pricked the pavilion with the
accuracy of a Master Archer,
weak seams were laid wide.
Upon bodies warm and wet with loving,
teardrops fell, a baptism of desire cleansed
spirits too long lost to the pleasures of the flesh.
Wind chimes rang like church bells hearkening
atonement while in the womb-like blackness,
filled with pheromones of passion and marked
with a plethora of moans, the lovers lay.

a dreamy night
I remember the nights beginning
a smooth taste
strong nightcap
to take the edge off
a sip of the joy juice
bitter on the tongue
takes the pain by the throat
kepted at bay until morning
there's a lot to talk about
not much remembered
abundance of hearty laughter
over everything said and done
I awake at dawn
measuring foggy thoughts
peering through cloudy scenes
from the night before

Endless Tree
It seemed to be an oak with tan and dark bark
The climb aloft began by moonlight with certain ease
So many branches, almost like steps, falling in the dark
Footfalls from me to up above
A red round sun met up with me at day break
I refused to stop my journey skyward
For hours I ascended to the heavens
By daylight it was obvious to see, this was not an oak
Soft leather boots pulled me up and through
Thick leaves and appendages like arms, bending at the end
Held on to me as I held on to them
And we became each other’s friend
Perhaps half way up by now, I guessed
I had to rest as legs and strength gave out
No doubt the tree might feel the same
If only it knew how
It grew in front of me as I looked down
Bad weather changes came
After three days climbing upon more climbing
Foreign tree, rooted in the ground, elevated by wind and rain
I continued skyward having nothing better to do
About a half mile further up and on
I perceived a protrusion or perhaps a hole
A lack of sleep had drained me to the core
I took my time and it took me but slower
Beef jerky and a flask of juice were all I had
My soul was also nourished in the loft
As green yellow birds built their homes
Insects ran about up there waiting to be eaten
And the wholeness of the tree kept company
Kept us all alert up there
No doubt by now, the tree was in its element
I finally made my way to the giant hole or room
Looking above, the timber went on for miles in the sky
The tree had held a reservation for me to sleep
So I did as it requested as its guest
Crawled right in and settled down
To take a little slumber in the lumber
Before proceeding

A floating grand duchess of her time,
Moored and held captive, by chains of elegance.
The great lady, holds her head up high, with prides honor,
Befitting such as her station allows, behold she is the
Queen Mary, monarch of the seven seas, christened by royal
Command, notabilities finest vintage, blessed this her hollowed bow,
None other would do, for thy majesty, opulence’s marvelous diamond,
A jeweled liner, representing prosperity's golden age of fortune.
Fallen have her sister ships, beneath the God Poseidon’s unmerciful wrath.
She sheds a tear, on their behalf, and curtsy's with grandeur’s grace.
As foam to spray, sending sorrows haunting blessing,
To thee, my lost comrades, I so do miss, forever thy shining luster,
Gems of rare clarity's brilliance, will be remembered, in the maritime
Log book of historical acclaim.
I'll never forget thee, my sisters of the heart, carried is this message,
By swiftest currants tides, to the briny depths below.
Gracious madam, residing on the international stage of fame,
What secrets do they hold, beneath thy haul, though thy ports
Looking glass, many ghostly images do walk, your empty corridors,
Phantom voices do echo, within forgotten passages, of your
Yesteryear's younger days of yore.
Mistress of intrigue, enchantress of mystery, a masked diva,
Hidden beneath celebrity’s face of beauty, decor and
Design, textures layers delicately placed to entice the sight
And mind.
Legacy's last link to the past, she is of a shipping dynasty,
Of epic true titanic sized giants, vessels of statement,
To a culture built upon the value, bigger means better,
A classification that was doomed from the start.
Yet she can still dazzle us, with her romantic Victorian
Charm, always the lady hiding behind a veil of mystery,
Waving her silken fan of desire, to solve the unsolvable,
A trait of humanity is curiosity, to play with fire,
And in the end to get burnt by the flame.
A relic damsel in no distress, a vessel of olden days,
Bravo I say, we need such as she, to give life our life
Excitement, after all is it not the thrill of the chase,
That drives mankind forever forward.
Book my passage than, I'll board the next voyage,
And walk the plank for my own precious prides sake alone.
Call all aboard captain, for the queen of the seven seas,
For she is the queen Mary, held captive by chains of elegance,
A rare gem, in her own right that still shines.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN

White-sugary sand
Desirable beaches that surround
Sunrise at its prime
Sunset's a beautiful scenery of love and freedom
A place to unwind
Greets you with a smile
Travel, lifestyle, entertainment - name it and you'll find
Sailing, diving, surfing and island hopping
Gift shops, souvenirs, boutiques at D'Mall
Bars and restaurants to party
Bands, acoustic, music inviting
Night life's lively until dawn
Fire-dancing is the main show
Massage, foot-spa, facial service
Massage stations on the beach
Or sit-back and relax for a private hotel offering
Skin-art?
Henna-tattoos everywhere
Though the drawings temporary
The joy and experience are long-lasting
Nature-trippers will say, "WOW"
A splendid appearance waiting
Volcanic caves, mangrove forest, coconut trees - so green
And if you're up to burn your skin
The sun is set for sun bathing
An island tropical
In a region far-away
A land of promises
For vacation's best
Happiness, certain
Countless memories
With people welcoming and friendly
In an island called, "BORACAY"
A paradise to keep.

Inspired by Psalms 23:1-6 (enjoy, poets!!) :
v. 1-3
I’m a lost sheep, hoping for a godly sleep
LONGING for a delightful sleep
In search of my beloved shepherd…
I was willing to pray for some rewards to reap
To pray for a heavenly dream…
Not a frightening nightmare…or I’ll scream!
Now, I’m satisfied
With godly sleep
I lie my head down
In green pastures
That’s where I seek
God’s comfort…
The paths of righteousness
Renews my faithfulness
v. 4-6
I’m passing through the shadow of death…
In yield of Your staff
The Lord whispers in my ear gently:
“Fear no evil, for I’m with you!”
To pick me up from the ground…
And heal me…I’m trying my best
Let me have a moment’s rest
In search of Your Promise Land…Your nest
Fill my cup with Your mercy
And give me a piece of your serenity…
A taste of sincerity...a slice of sensibility...
A flavor of integrity...
I beg You to take care of me…
And hand me a portion of eternal glee
You are my kindhearted, generous shepherd
My comforter…my reliever
My God…I’m most certainly YOUR believer
You aren’t a deceiver…
I was once a downright nonbeliever
You are MY awesome God
I’m strengthened and comforted by Your rod!
I’m walking Your narrow path of mercy and goodness…
I’m dwelling in God’s house~
I was once a lost sheep
Mourning night after night…
I used to forlorn day after day
I’m alarmed and I’m yearning for Your light
Your might…Your delight
To get through my plight…to fight the good fight
I used to weep bitterly in dismay
I was once a lost sheep
But, now I’m enjoying my godly sleep
I’m skipping to and fro
In God’s green pastures…I lie…
I sing …I grow…I wander off…I fly…
I float…in God’s still waters –
His PEACE will never die!
He lifts me up on cloud nine
I’m a lost sheep in godly sleep
He nurtures me like His child – I’m feelin’ fine
I’m a joyful sheep in godly sleep

to those that read the map
that is printed for this moment.
i leave the letters open to trap you.
remember poetry is misdirection,
by way of words.
Branching symbols speaking themselves
are new glasses for the world…
if you must steal grapes
from the vineyards of the gods.
do not as the proverbial fox
reject them because they hang
just out of touch.
do it early while your young…
for it is embarrassing in ones hoary age
to forgot why
you have climbed over the wall
to claim impetuously imagination’s
shapely fruit.
feel your way through
the stanza and the wayward lines
tap upon metaphors to find the secrete chamber
that holds all the answers

SILENCE!! The sea screams with rampage
The air combating with feaces and garbage
The sound of beasts rattling like victory over carnage
What a world, so sooty the atmosphere with great rage
Where am I? I could hear the voices of silence
The shores so deserted, dressing like imaging of great tense
The argument between the trees was the only scenery with real sense
I was in a world ready to devour me with her pretense
My mind ran so fast to overcome this anonymous mistake
My body automatically became a member of field marshals, planning an escape
My archaic shoes began to imitate the awesome speed of the cheetah's display
But the world was so smart to counter my reactions and leave me dismay
Suddenly, my emotions were welcomed with a strange but familiar noise
The sound jumped into my bereft brain and identified these words
W-A-K-E U-P!!! It was the exalting salutation of my mother's voice
Was this a dream? My mind unrest with the possible certainty of this invoice

Crops are grown
I am among them
Playing hide and seek
Scarecrow's scare is scarce
As I run along the branches
Shouting with joy
I feel the wind and the rain
Cold at times yet comforting
Shielded by the crops not knowing
What's out there in the horizon
Crippling the crops, I can't run fast
Blinding they are, I yearn for the open space
Then the ocean and the horizon comes
I see everything but nothing to see
I am going back to the crops
That is my home
But I am scared of the Scarecrow
Because crops can not shield me

My battery fully charged
the week is brand new
all the lost loved ones
are telling me thank you
for bringing them to life
in my memory yesterday
now I am ready
to win in any way
and nothing can hold me
back from my dreams
people are staring
in utter disbelief
they think the devil
has contracted my life
little do they know
I took the path to the right
and now I am reaping
the rewards in my struggle
so much so that now
I've reduced my enemies to rubble
and now I am standing
on the power of my own
alive in the jungle of my mind,
my kingdom, I'm home
to see the new dawn
and for all those now gone
I will always remember you
and your spirit will live on.

They asked me what I wanted
For they would bestow it to me
But to be unambiguous in what I wanted
I wanted a yellow house
Painted in canary yellow
With a neat white trim all over.
With the most triangular angularity
Painted in the queerest brightness of white
In the front wall was to be a huge window
The most mammoth window
Carefully frosted
Depicting a grand piano of majestic magnitude
I would be in there playing, playing, playing
I would be in there playing, playing the piano
All of this would be perched on a biggest hill
The brightest green hill
The brightest yellow sun
All shining down upon me
As I play my piano
I acquired what I wanted
But forgot the tell them
I want friends to play with too
I want people to talk to too
But I forgot
I forgot the necessity of those
To talk to
Human relationships
I had a yellow house
Neatly painted a canary yellow
With white trim all over
With a roof of the most triangular angularity
Painted the queerest brightness of white
With a huge frosted window
With a great black, grand piano
All on top of the greenest, grassiest hill
All wrapped up for me
But for miles and miles
All around me
No one was there to talk to
All around me was the greenest, grassiest grass
Shining from the buttery sun
They even gave me beautiful flowers
But
They gave me
No one
To talk to
I sat there playing, playing, playing
My heart out
No one was there to hear it
Except the yellow house
The uncharted world outside
I would give
The yellow house
With all the white trim
With all the perfectly angular roof
With the frosted window
With the great piano
With the buttery sun
With the grassy hill
With the blue sky
Just for some company

We were driving along a backroad
It was 4 am on January 22, 2014
Where snow had been drifting down
Without any attempt at playing,
I felt my tires tease me with a challenge
A slide toward the right side of the road
That slide was the good slide that was mirrored by
The second slide toward the left side of the road
Where the car was defenseless against a cliff
Where we road over and over and over
Flipping again and again, Totaling every part of the Subaru so that
We would never ride in this particular car again.
And, yes, this was a near death experience and when
I got out of the car and stood on the trampled snow
I raised my head to the sky and said Thank You God
In His Mercy, we were provided safety and security
In His Mercy, we were blessed with another day
In His Mercy, We discovered even more blessings!!

Vacation time is here, time to smell the beautiful wonderful trees
River birch, red oak , silver maple and even fresh plain oak.
Lobed leaves and acorns all over the place.
I'm packing my things and getting ready to leave.
Take this alsome ride on the never ending road
To a cabin deep in the woods, were only sounds
Sounds of nature surround me, owl at night, putting me to sleep
Delicious apples, fresh cider with honey, I can taste it on my lips
For my season of mist, oh yes, I have missed, as I send you a kiss
Mellow fruitfulness nights, by the fireplace, when temperature drops
Reading a book, drinking red wine, relaxing my mind
Summer has passed, winter is near, but autumn is here
Season between seasons, as autumn leaves fall to the ground
Giving life the beauty it offers, the love many don't see
You see, I walk with the leaves, I jump in the piles, and I smile
I look in the sky, lift my hands in the air, and I dance
I dance to the sounds,of hawks, robins , streams and leaves
Letting my nose smell, the beauty in nature, and what it gives
Has I have to end this poem, oh sweet poem
So I can continue to dream
Dream about my autumn dream, has I lay my head, on autumn leaves

In dreams I ride bareback the wild horses
Long hair loose and flowing behind
free as their manes and tails
As gentle breeze embraces my form
Moonlight mesmorising my mind
as I trip through the stars
Exhilerated, racing heart, free to roam
Unrestricted on barren lands
Returning back to horizons reality.

She walks through the lobby of the grand hotel.
Four inch heels clicking across the shiny marble floors.
Pure ice blue eyes look for that hotel room 411.
Extending a perfectly manicured hand, knocks on the door.
A muffled voice on the other side of the door is heard,
the door then opens wide.
The man standing before her smiles in satisfaction invites her in.
They stand toe to toe at the foot of the bed, the covers are drawn down.
He reaches over to the desk, takes the pile of bills hands them to this lady of the evening
standing in his hotel room.
She quickly counts, smiles, sliding the money into her evening bag.
He runs his hands down her back,
He slowly strips her off her clothes, dignity hiding in the pile dropped by her feet.
He reaches for her hand, pulling her into the bed.
Telling her she is just what he needed, his lust glazing over his eyes
His body covering hers, she moans appropriately, arching her body to his.
His is unaware of the time, while she counts every moment in hotel room number 411.
She gathers her evening bag, sliding her feet into her heels.
As she exits the hotel room number 411.

Flies, drawn to their only sustenance, cloud around my head.
In this cloudless desert sky - blank, deep-arching cavern of thought -
Unblinking sun stares down but this fire-bird will not fly,
Has no hope of rain or shade to hide or die.
Searing sand burns my toes, grills my heels, wind blows in flies, in eyes.
Lips crack to blisters - they parch. Meant to be moist, they roast
My fever, worsening and wakening a hell of hallucinations.
I am again sweating in the kitchen in McDonalds in Phoenix,
An unblinking boss staring without sympathy
At the boiling water and grilled meat :
When I burnt an arm on the deep fat frier, my skin stuck to metal pan.
These shoes’ rubber soles melt and stick to rocks as I teeter
And lose balance, my tee shirt hot to the skin,
While I hallucinate and start to lose the struggle with
These endless wavescapes poured out with boiling hot sand.
My feverish scalp faces the unblinking Doctor Mengele’s scalpels
Which further probe the agony of helplessness :
Even scarabs have long abandoned this place
Which arabs once knew, but now never visit : the wilderness,
A place of uncertain mirages, illusions
With horizontal slices of land and sky, sand and fly,
All scalpel-dissected by the furious heat of the desert furnace
Watch the children of Hiroshima as it bursts asunder Gomorrah-like
Till only a parchment picture remains of the desolation,
The deep cavern, of hopeless, limitless, heat without any abyss-end.
Stare at the fireball with the last sight of evaporating eyes.
Jump into canal without sonde, blindly boiling bodies in its dead water .
Send me water! It floats drinkingly before Tantalus’s fly-swarmed eyes,
Scanning the dry ocean’s endless waves of dessication,
Around the ruins of some Moorish fortress half-buried in sand,
And the ruins of Hiroshima’s incinerated desolation, where
The only things standing, rising phoenix-like after the fireball ,
are the Golden Arches of Auschwitz.
Notes:
Tantalus - a mythical figure condemned to be surrounded by water but not able to drink.
Dr. Mengele - an infamous doctor in Auschwitz who experimented on people.
The Moors, - the original people inhabiting Morocco, abandoned many buildings in the Sahara desert.
Hiroshima - the target of the world’s first nuclear attack.
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Written by Sydney Peck 25 July 2012
Entered in Debbie Guzzi ‘s Contest HEAT

Bleached bones of a fallen beast,
Casting a shadow that points
To the east,
A cowboy rides out
With a noose round his neck,
Travelling north on a
Perilous trek.
The noose is a reminder
That his life is not his,
Not that he needs it
To tell him the truth,
He's atoning for sins
Committed by him
And the noose is just there
For some proof.
His horse pointing northwards,
His spurs jab its flanks,
It jumps on a journey
It knows not to where,
He has been advised
If he gets where he must
That he must handle all things
With great care.
Long weeks follow days,
He ne'er stops for food,
He feels neither hunger,
Nor thirst or fatigue,
His Horse is the same,
Feeling neither hunger or pain,
Though they travel on league
After league.
He stops on the brow
Of a mountainous peak,
To gain the bearings
He felt he had lost.
His eyes sweep the plains
He travels in vain,
Without ever revealing
The cost.
His life had been shortened
For the most part by death,
He had suffered
For what he had done,
His actions alone
Had been the sole cause
Of the loss of his wife
And his son.
And so for his torment
He had been given a task,
That he knew he must
Always repeat,
There was no respite
And no task to be done
And his journey would be
Never complete.
And so he rides on
O'er the endless red plain,
Destined as ever to
Be all alone,
And maybe one day
His skull will be seen
By another as abandoned
Bleached bone....

There are many wonders that cloud the world
Notable among them are the ultimate sevens
You and I have heard about
(I believe this century is yet to discover
all the world wonders,
and again is not all of these famous sevens
we've all visited.)
These sevens
Form both the broad wonders of the world.
These illustrious sevens are odd havens
That make people world over
Paid homage to each of their host soil.
Day in, day out
People tour around
These earthy heavens.
Just like Mecca, Medina and Jerusalem,
The old and new wonders of the world
Serve as assets to their host kingdom.
They make their host land
Famous across the globe.
They garnish their boniface with
Flying wealth across the land,
And swimming priceless
Across the unified ocean.
I hope I will not be penalized to have generalized my findings. I
think writing generally about where I've visited via research is the best.

I have seen so much from my window on the second floor,
I have seen the Storm Devils actively, knocking at all your doors,
They voraciously attack using their dark, and stormy, winds that roll.
Yes, I have seen the cause for all these twisted, viscous, nasty storms…
Storm Devils have been sending sleepless, and devilishly, stormy nights.
They’ve been attacking: riding rolling, black clouds, putting you in this plight.
Riding upon the cloud tops they throw their lightning down.
Their laughter is the thunder, as they mock all the innocents around.
They’ve visited every home, as they’ve viciously danced upon your roofs.
Yielding devilish, twisting devastation, to every one, everywhere you look.
Now, hide your little children, for they will sweep them, right out from your arms.
Run to find your safety in basements, for their reach is so deep and full of harm…
Even the trolls and goblins will join you in the corners where they’ll weep.
For attacking your homes is a game, they find deliciously, devilishly sweet.
With each dark and stormy roll, they’ll attack with all their might.
And they have a forceful stamina that can travel, far beyond your sight.
Now say your prayers, beloved, with all your worldly might.
It’s time to send these demons back, to their dark homes before another night.
IF together and in unison your voices go reaching into the sky to climb…
Then God will send them below, until they escape again… next time.
Don’t be surprised, when eventually their escape is finally wrought.
For the devil will aide in their escape, and all that they have sought.
You’ll hear his devilish laughter added next time, if only for the thought…
That when they come again… it’ll be against you …the storm is brought.

I have nothing I used to have.
I have everything I've always had.
"Make the most use of your time here," said the Postman.
As I got to the door he grasped my shoulder and said,
"Don't worry, you're still in the grace period."
He slipped me my parking stub.
I thought he said the "grass period."
I sat in the yard for 4 hours.

A tender heart with words displayed
A soft word of praise for one to say
A sudden glance at sweet fancy & wine
Created from the elegance out of his grand design
A voice so very soft & tenderly;
To crush the fatal blow in disbelief
From shadows proned in some tearful disgust
The inner struggle within
Within its torn silence there lies its most beckoning call
A rose was once plucked with a word of promise by which to care
A true love desire without the slightest word of care
The inner struggle within
A plot of land amidst a heart that was troubled
Never relent even if all Hell breaks loose & your torn to that of rubble
Now which pathway in life will you be willing to choose?

Unnamed God’s Of The Winds
Ethereal unseeing creatures drink up the feathery winds
Immortals, ancient gods, ride on the backs of clouds
Smoke them like cigarettes unfiltered
Rise invisible to drink the sky and everything in it
Once rain fills them up they turn to fog
Another unnamed god
Filling up the bodies of the wind
Fog clouds empty again as rain
They come down just the same as puffs of smoke
Solid winds are stronger on the storm
Dragged down by water falls then drowned
You can feel them on the skin between the drops
Falling through the atmosphere
Created on 12/23/14 for -Shadow Hamilton’s -“Gods Of Winds” Poetry Contest

Wishful thinking
rests upon soft summer
butterfly wings
warm breeze
swims across my body
taking with it
my
thoughts, dreams,wishes
now they float, high
above the endless
clouds, like seeds
from an empty
dandelion stem
suns rays
wrap me in an invisible
blanket of comfort
tiny, speckles of wet
dew drops from morning
when God kissed the ground
As I lay, feeling
the touch of mother earth
I drift to dream freely
my Native ancestors
dancing and chanting
the songs of my people
the Chickasaw
A sudden itch on my nose
brings me back to the present
and as my sleepy eyes lift
from crescent slivers
to full dark chocolate moons
I watch as a monarch
dance across my face
and kisses my cheek with
its powdery wing
as it travels
above the endless clouds
like the dandelion seeds

When the nights are done
And we see the sun
A new day dawns
With hope for some
When the fairies of spring
With warm breath breathe
The snow from the winters
Will leave their freeze
When the bellies of clouds
Can hold no more
They spread their rains
To wash earths shores
When the grub that lived
Leaves its cocoon
On the flight of wings
Will play till noon
When the days are done
And we lay us down
The stars will twinkle
In the moons playground
When the ends that come
Make it hard to see
There is something new
To set us free.

They call me Leo,
Leopard is my full name,
I live in the jungle,
With my family and kids,
and we get to have fun,
I Love the other animals but,
I cant deny the fact that,
I love killing gazelles,
zebras and all animals that are edible,
It's the only way I can survive
in this cruel environment.
I am a carnivore,
a meat eater.
I sometimes wish I was a Herbivore,
a plant eater,
like gazelles or Zebras or cows,
I sometimes wish I was an omnivore too,
like humans,
like Mr. Kamau,
I could be eating plants and animals,
and I would not kill every day of my life.
I love basking and taking a walk,
sometimes it gets boring here in the jungle
and all I can do is sit
on top of a tree and stare down.
How I sometimes wish I was the king
of the jungle Like Mr. Lion,
He is big and mighty and
the type of animal you wish you were.
He is proud but then again,
not as proud as the peacock family,
Peacocks are pretty with so many colours.
But all the same.
I thank God am not as ugly as Mr. Hyena .
(I hope he wont hear me)
who for the last 6 months
has been trying to strike up a friendship with me.
But no!!!!!
He may have spots like me but
he doesn't look one bit like me.
It would be a bit different
if we were talking about Mr. Tiger and Cheetah
who I cant deny are my close relatives.
We even look alike in some way don't you think?
Oh well, I can spend all my time hear talking about my life but I have some brothers who live in the land of snow.
The are so beautiful and we like calling them Snow Leopards.

Ain't it strange...
That I attach to you...like a troublesome sore
Do you find it odd...
That I truly love you to the core
But it's true...I can get a little insane at times...when I'm in a certain phase
Sorry to say, but get used to my crazy, psychotic nature...or leave me to rot...
But it ain't no surprise that we all aren't normal and we all are peculiar in our own bizarre ways
Sorry to burst your bubble, but haha, yeah...I've been causing mischief and what not
You untied me from my utter demise...
And you drowned away my thoughts that spread lies
In my head...making it spin madly
Like a Mary-go-round...
But it's true...I can get a little insane at times...when I'm in a certain phase
Sorry to say, but get used to my crazy, psychotic nature...or leave me to spoil and rot....
Don't be afraid, baby
It's only in your mind...
Anxiety is brewing in your blood
And I can't seem to hold on to the rope of hope
But it ain't no surprise that we all aren't normal and we all are peculiar in our own bizarre ways
Sorry to burst your bubble, but haha, yeah...I've been causing trouble and what not
Time is ticking like a bomb about to blow up into smoke and flame
It alarms to say this, but how DARE you waste my valuable time
Time is ringing like a church bell chime...it's your time to say goodbye and it's my time to forget your name
It's alarming to hear broken records of memory replay in my head...it's almost crime
Thinking of you is wonderful and sublime
But it's true...I can get a little insane at times...when I'm in a certain phase
Sorry to say, but get used to my crazy, psychotic nature...or untie me from this tight knot
You made the decision to untie me from my utter demise...
And you drowned away my thoughts that spread lies
In my head...making it spin madly
Like a Mary-go-round...

The darkness of light
impossible to see
the pain and the lies
always damaging
you reach and get burned
not understanding
this is my disease
nature of the beast
Suddenly my light
is taken away
my darkness was revealed
taking me as slave
when all I ever wanted
was for someone to say
please stop, for me
or enter an early grave
Now face to face
with all of my demons
how can I fight them
if I don't want to beat them
until the reason
arrives, then I shine
a little at first
but that small thing, is mine
The den of ten thieves
come up with a plan
a whole set of new lies
that every single man
cannot resist believing
it's seeming to be
that a horrific ending
is just what I need
Then all of the sudden
my small shine
swallows time
and with that virtue
my face comes to life
I would never hurt you
please, know this to be
yet no one believes me
this curse grows like a tree
I hate my helpless fate
why can't I make
a new life for me
that no one can take
why can't I escape
a prison not for me
for years I accept this
tired sense of defeat
The small shine
barely intact, inside
until Saint Anger
starts to burn me, alive
I find I'm set off
by my wrong, senseless self
until I am talking
to no one, in Hell
So I pick up my pen
power to create
a new world for me
where I design my escape
in my invisible state
the Devil don't notice
that one of his children
is no longer hopeless
I stop all my madness
by power of pen
for years my sword
drew nothing but sin
the yin and the yang
both helped me to find
that I'm no longer afflicted
when darkness lights
my bright shine.

Back from the history of worlds colliding and the universe unfolding
Back from the time travel which warps the future
Back from receiving returned mail to Carl Sagan
Back from random thoughts that signify nothing
Back from a dreamland made of dandelions
Back from sliding on hillsides of ice
Back from walking with my pack
Back from the hazards of fate
Back from waiting
Honey I'm home!

Adorned with momentus meaning ,
darkness can be a terrible and scary thing -
For some- a time of nightmarish convening
Yet to others - divinely rich beauty abound
To me it is a story to read one of
my favorite things - lying on the ground
All the stars are braille as I reach out to read touching and caressing
One falls and other takes its place
the story is rewritten again and again and never dull
Some people on earth prophesied the stories to stones ,
some five thousand years ago ..ancient stories regarding our times
Full of ugly, detestable crimes, so I do as I may,
watching the night sky reading stories of dragons ,
creatures half man and many other wonderful things
My perfect world of armored braille-
I'll just keep on reading of ancient battles, songs of lovers
Adventures of the gods
And four leaf clovers.
Amy Green
April 2014 revised May 18, 2014

You are my rock, The shelter of
my heart, The house that builds
me, on this white pearly, golden,
platform, with our father,
The Almighty, You are
the seed, planting me, In A
garden of full bloom, beyond
the growth of A flower, You are
my blanket, Of Southern
Comfort, That kept me warm,
Without you there's "NO
MEANING," to my LOVE, I
thank GOD, the day He put you
on this EARTH, and MADE you
MINE, My Baby you are that
precious gem, In my eyes, I
gleam shinning,TRUTH N' HONESY,
Never To Loose Sight,Never To
Make You Mad,or Never To Make
You Angry,Never To Make You Cry,
Never To Break Your Heart,
Never To Abuse, Nor Neglect,
You......
I only want to give, You A
GENUINE LIFE, AS YOUR WIFE,
AS YOU MY HUSBAND,
as we go hand n' hand to
begin, This conquest journey,
against the burning sun, to the
ends of the moon, "YES," we
will struggle, Even fight like,
The cats n' dogs, but what
relationship doesn't, it will only
make us stronger, or it may
even break us, but as we strive
to our best, forth each
other, To bond our passion,
in wed-lock,,,,,
Because loving you,
makes it all worth the wild
against the sand... I love you,
My Baby!!!

Sweep, old lady, sweep away
the tin
din
and dust
of the day
breath as the sun sighs and
settles into the
ground
consider the satellites as they
come back
around
gather the children on the
wide fields you have
found
Sleep, old lady, come Monday
and dream

I’m freedom’s beckoning call light as air, an elemental being
Set adrift beyond the universal light beam, a speeding
Bullet shifting, suspended by my own spiritual uplifts
Bending in the stratosphere by raw forces
Gravitational pull.
A streaming particle of matter flowing in the
Mystical elemental current of my own existence,
Untethered I’ve cut the silvery threads of the
Timeless, a creature of thoughts abandonment.
A unique butterfly of distinction, flying amongst
The light waves of illusion spreading my wings
Of clarity, touching the stars in gentle graces
Movement.
In flights liberation climbing levels of enchantment,
A swaying anomaly tossed, passed between earth
And sky, a castaways silhouette lingering afloat the
Breeze of sensuality, with the heightened senses
Of pleasure ultimate recklessness, I’m at liberties
Jurisdiction beyond the touch of man.
I’ve joined the flocks of the enlightened ones,
Moths drawn to the dreaming flame, that burns
With fuel of inspirational grace.
Rippling wings transcending, behold the marvel
Of lunar beings, evolving, rising beyond the
Embankment of physical resistance,
Translucent fluttering monarchs brushing
Against the gates of God’s kingdom on high.
Flying insects of humanity, buzzing in a whispering
Chorus ushering in lyrical verses praise,
Announcing the arrival of these ascended.
Reaching through the vaulted grates of heaven,
The lord’s angel reaches out to touch these mortal
Wings of inspiration, and harken to listen, as
The Soft music loaf’s upwards, flooding the floors
Of this golden divide.
At twilights intrinsic hour of contemplation these
Dreaming beings of enlightenment drift as floating
Confetti ever lightly descending, cascading into
Their mortal fleshes vessels beneath, leaving the
Realm behind, but oh what visions of inspiration
Have these butterflies of remembrance relate,
In poetic excellence, cannot be captured
Within the nets of mankind.
I’m freedom’s beckoning call light as air, an elemental being
Set adrift beyond the universal light beam, a speeding
Bullet shifting, suspended by my own spiritual uplifts
Bending in the stratosphere by raw forces
Gravitational pull.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN

In February? Sun burn from looking up at the sky?
My Oh My… Yes, it’s so very nice and warm.
The trees are blooming and it warms my heart.
Even the groundhog came out, smiled, and looked around…
Six more weeks of this winter? The Best there’s been…
I’ll get out my Valentine trappings tomorrow at dawn.
Then I will go get our leaf blower and make it to blow…
Bubbles and Valentine hearts high in the air…everywhere…
When my Hubby reaches our home and walks in the door…
I’ll cover him in hearts full of love… with kisses galore…
Yes, I’ll show him my heart… As he walks in…
I’m sure… On Valentine’s Day our hearts will soar, again…
Happy Valentine’s Day to All and your Loves…

An earthly existence
A universe beyond my minds, comprehension
I die
I rise
Life lessons reviewed
Homeward bound
I am not lost, after all!
I am a willing participant
Serving, the Father, of all creation
His son combined, ‘producing life’ as we know it
Representing them, in everything I do
I am nothing, without Love!
My heart full of faith, loyal service I give
Learning how to unconditionally serve, as the Father unconditionally, loves me
Worshipping our Divine Creator’s existence
Choosing to live, moment to moment
Being as one with ‘Our Universal Father’
No physical permanency
My physicality, disappearing
My mortality existence, I let go of
Death temporary
My spirit alive!
Relief, Peace
‘I am only passing through!’
A unique, experience of mortality
A gift, I am blessed to experience, to live!

Does the whole world need hearing aids
Or am I just that Dumb
I was trying to get hooked to the internet
But I was sure something was wrong
"I've got you signed up.
Now just hang up the phone
And redial the technicians
Just follow their instructions and you're on."
So I hang up the phone
Go to the computer room
And since it isn't wireless
I check out the phone jack.
Whoa, something isn't right
There is no cord to the phone jack
And thus none to the computer
By heck.
I call up the tech and he says
"Don't worry about a thing
That's my job to connect you
To the phone line."
"But" I try to say
"You don't understand I'm not connected to the phone line."
"That's my job," said he
"Just follow my directions and you will soon be."
"But I think I need help."
"That's why I'm here" said he
"I'll connect you if you
Just follow my lead."
So I shut up and he walks me through the steps,
"Just hang up the phone
And push START
And you will be on your very own."

The world needs You, Lord;
We all need You too.
Alone, we battle and fall apart,
But we live joyful freedom with You:
Created anew in Your perfect image;
Saved,
Loved,
Changed,
In Your Holy Name!
We pray,
Amen!

An angel did befriend us, on earth, before one Christmas day.
Some say she was a comet, some say she was a star.
I say she was a gift from God, here to light our way.
She was a thing of beauty that shone across the land.
Leading to a humble manger, found in Bethlehem.
And what could be so important, for her to come our way?
A savior to our lands, and yes, our hearts and souls…
Triumphantly born on Christmas Day.
That day he was born the heavens truly did rejoice.
And she, a glorious light, continued to beacon forth God’s love.
Such an important part, that angel was given on that day.
She was a beacon to our hearts and the gifts of love…
Guiding the Wise Men and shepherds endlessly along their way.
Thru her we learned lessons, such as: patience, hope, and how to give…
And yes, she led us to the Wondrous Man, who taught us how to live…

In the middle of the universe I stand
Sun watches, winks at the eternal darkness
Ignores science and the sight of God
It burns out a little at a time to reach an expiration date
And contemplates what was
Just beyond the beyond, where nothing matters
The Bootes Constellation exists with "The Great Void"
A little to the right of this we sojourn to the nothingness
Deep space, great empty space, grand void within the void
When there, you start your journey back from perfect black
Traveling at the speed of light to find your way back home
It takes some time, 326 million light years to be exact
Starting out from any direction, to be precise
Would take millions of lifetimes to return you home
Sun watches, winks at the eternal darkness
Like a burning eye it peers out into space
Ignores science and the sight of God
It burns out a little at a time and will expire
You cannot tell it what to do
It already knows the truth
There's nothing out there
So nothing matters
In the middle of the universe I stand
Hand in hand with God
And wink at the eternal darkness
Modified on 2/04/15 for – “In The Middle Of The Universe I Stand”- Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Verlena S. Walker

Criss-Cross Apple Sauce
One memory I thought I lost
Alphabets and one two threes
First grade and go mimis
Kiddie snacks and juice boxes
Cookies full of chocolate chips
Playing kitchen and building blocks
Stolen crayons in my socks
Eating glue off snowmen in class
Teacher yelling we're laughing
Time-Outs and secret codes
Pee pee kids smelly clothes
Run around pushing kids
Acting like we're stupid
That was first grade hope you enjoyed
A memory forgotten
Now let me see your ugly toy

I did as he said and got the word FAILED
I call back to the tech and naturally get another male
Again I try to tell this one my predicament
And he says, "That's what I do is hook you to the internet."
"You don't understand I don't have a phone line.."
"Oh they gave you to the wrong department.
I'll get someone to help you
Just hold on."
Forty-five minutes and two techs later
I was so mad I was bawling
And begged to cancel my membership.
"Don't cry dear we'll get you connected yet."
"You can't" was my reply.
"Yes we can just be patient."
"You don't understand. Nobody would listen to me.
I don't have a wire from the phone jack to the computer.
Can you understand?"
"You don't?"
"No I've been telling you and the last three techs
You can't connect me because of that."
"Just get a wire and I'll get you connected to the internet."
"I don't have one
Or I would have hooked it up forty-five minutes ago.
Just let me cancel
I'm going to Kansas tomorrow.
"How long will you be gone?"
"Three weeks."
"Than I'll give you a free month."
"No!! Don't you hear me yet?"
"Alright I'll let you off," he said.
And finally removed my name or so I though.
Until I get back to Kansas
And walk into my bank.
"I'm glad to see you.
Do you know anything about this?"
And handed me A bill for $30.00
For my so called canceled internet.
I then relayed the story
But was unsure how
They had sent it to me personally
Using my bank' address.
When I arrived in Casper
The first thing I did do
Was contact the unnamed internet
Probably somewhere near a zoo.
I don't have the internet
Much less a TV
It's kind of like living
In another century.
But I always said I was born a century too late
Guess I'll just make do
And hope on my next trip to Kansas
The stage isn't too late.

I sat on the pavement of memories and dreams hoped to retrieve
In my imagination for weddings looked and I saw the pain on the surface floated
Found scattered grief and plentiful among them mixed with
I benefited from my pain and my experience in life has matured
Whatever described my life Words and phrases failed to have disappeared from the lexical
My creations colorful and my hopes for the illiterate and spoke
Author : Omar Hachmi

Have a Happy New Year
With love
With serenity
With goodness
With wows
With fun
With joy
With incredible experiences
With far out excitement
With on time fulfillment
With exciting arrangements
With divine development
Year 2013
Yeyy
You on

A new life it seems
Has come my way
In the mountains
And plains of Wy-o-ming
I look out of my window
And Antelope play
Go out to the kids place
Where the buffalo stay
The rain has been plenty
And the winds not still
If you call blowing
A 500 lb ol’ lady down a hill
I exaggerated a bit
But how would you know
You ain’t ever seed me
So I’ll just let it go.
From a big house
With no spare room
I now live in a trailer
Just a little bit closer to all of my treasures
I’m trying to fit in and believe me
I say it with a grin
I’ll just give you an example
My friends
At the Arena Football Game the other night
My son-in-law got bored
He took out his great big knife
While I watched them make a next score
Next thing I knew folks
Folks were falling off of their seats
And when I turned around
The same thought hit me
He had cut if the bottoms off of two plastic beer bottles
And was holding them up to his eyes like a pair of goggles
And just about then
All around started to sing
Billy’s got his beer goggles on
Only his name is Fred but what the heck
You see him ‘n me gits ‘long great
Our only goal in life
Is to see which of us
Can out do the other
I went garage saleing
With them the next day
And I bought two air conditioners
Per se
And when we arrived
Back at my place
We stuffed one in my pickup
And the other in his truck
Remember I told you
My house is quite small
It’s almost impossible
To walk in the door at all
It was late
And the wind and rain
Made installing them
Something for another day
I guess things can’t be too bad between us
Cause I gave him permission to use my lawn tractor
But dog gone sometimes he can be to nice
Making me feel like he’s my baby sitter
But the day he hollered, “Do you want your coke ‘n cane”
Shirlee hollered back, “Fred, don’t use those two words so close together
The neighbors might hear
And get the wrong impression”
So as the sun in the west
Shines in my eyes
I’ll close for now
And wish you all a good night
Cile Beer

To The Bank And Ballroom Delights
Right here right now explosions!... excited fuses!... Bombs going off!
In the back ally by the river bank
History rising to gun shots, balloons and music
Too fast to stop as something goes off
Ballroom dancing in the dark next door
Stumbling into the bank
Alarms going off. Shots going off. Babies screaming for a change
Drinks in three or more hands or so it seems
A little blurred and fuzzy on the scene
Music blaring, people dancing
Yellow wall flowers flying off the walls
Exploding, floating on the edges
With my sweetie peach we dance all night
In hand in flight over silver lights, flashing reds overhead
Music rocks history to death in the speed of numbered steps
Caresses of my baby warm against the flesh
Power drums pounding at the door of love
Feels so real, moving slowly, growing into building rhythms
Primordial religions spinning on in joy
Tearing yellow flowers off the walls
Hurricane bands of magic raining down on clouds of love
Enhancing, advancing on the living floor
Holding on to dear life, my sweetie pie and I
Guns in our pockets as we rock
We came to rob a bank
Where did it go
Someone pointed to outside
Next to the disco tech is the ballroom dancing hall
By the river bank next door
11/21/14 Ballroom Delights - Poetry Contest

Days of old, days new.
Roaming along,
the waters edge.
Skipping stones from long ago!
Cutting winding vines of thorny deeds.
Whilst, protecting flesh from a bleed.
Silken flowers wave in the breeze.
On the edge beneath a tree.
A promise... a story?
Glimpse the future seeds.
Plop!
A rock sinks to muddy depths.
A spider weaves its intrigued web.
Eyes peering from across the way.
Watching!
Waiting to fly away!
Ripples jump from shore to shore.
Atop, a leaf spins to explore.
Small fleeting signs!
Dancing to the waters design.

Last night
The heavens caught fire.
Each planet and star
Was seduced by the treacherous Earth
And each in turn died in flame
Attempting to possess her.
From this destruction
Neptune alone was spared.
And he smothered us all
With an oblivion cape
All tied up in tide
And hung with mermaids.
Last night
I slept on a tall, sugary cake
That was being blown
This way and that
By the twentieth wind.
And I dreamed.
I dreamed
Of being rocked to sleep
By divine arms that smelled of rain.
And I dreamed
Of falling to the ground
And becoming the ocean's disciple.
Last night
I died and it felt familiar.
I smothered quietly in marzipan
And misty blue breaths that choked.
I sang a song of nautilus shells.
I learned a tale of universal law.
And all this time I lay still
Upon the back of the plum cake.
He held me as I wove a tapestry
Of hungry planets
And immortal assassins
He held me as I dreamed on.

Quiet and listen!!! I ordered myself
Focus and watch!!! My brain coded to my cells
Ponder and wonder!!! Was the obdurate melody of my sense
But no one could evolve a meaning out of these paranormal scenes
I could hear the ambling onomatopoeia performed by the air
I could feel the impetuous rustle it made to dispel
I could smell the pervasive aroma that got me compelled
But my sight was blinded by an unassailable light dispersed
"Am I lost?" was the one question prickling my every concentration
I ran deep into the shadows of a transcendental meditation
The past began to swim in, assisting my mental construction
Finally I remembered... I was a victim of an accidental demolition
Instantly, the air raged and trembled like an avalanche
The light evolved a path like it led me to a destination of no existence
My remembrance was a password that dispelled the intruding play of these disturbance
Then I saw something! Something beyond my resistance
A step I saw; coated with the most precious of gemstones begging for my flight
A door I saw; its beauty greatly undefined, seductively capturing my every sight
This scenery brought me to one conclusion, the one I tried to fight
It was heaven's doorway... What a tragic delight
I gallantly moved towards the door with soldier's steps
Worried on the actuality I was a member of the doleful death
Hoping on the certification that behind the door held no regret
On my strife for the handle, woke up with my seemingly worried parents on a hospital bed

Out of darkness from which I harbor no fear,
I rise with confidence toward a light, dim,
indicating some distance I must yet travel,
to reach this journeys end.
My thoughts revolve around my destination,
full and content, I glide buoyant in a sea
never devoid of life, a sea accustomed to
maintaining the lifeblood of my world,
providing everything, except what I now need,
the reason for this journey.
I look forward toward the light, now less dim,
in anticipation, my heart beats faster,
propelling me anxiously toward this journeys end.
I feel urgency, a pressure in my chest demanding
relief; I experience this process many times
each day, a mild inconvenience, to live my way.
Upward, always upward, the light suddenly bright,
I am the leviathan of the sea, my weight
is my might, I fear nothing, if not for my need,
for all my size and strength, my greatest need
comes not from the sea.
Suddenly in full light, my bulk lifts to
fantastic height then crashes back,
a plume of water shoots in all directions,
as displacement begins, stale air is driven
from my lungs; I lie quietly, a moment gone by,
I draw in volumes expanding my lungs full
of life giving air, the pressure relieved,
my tissue saturated, renewed, I live fully again,
preparing once more, my journey now, into the deep,
this journey, to be repeated over and over, again.

Strolling along looking out for new nature
Bluebirds nest along the way
Orange mushrooms have sprung to life
Smoke bomb mushrooms have shed their spores
Anticipation is the thrill and surprise
The marigolds have reseeded to new life
My late plantings of dill have sprouted
Now if the frost doesn't kill them too soon
Oh yes the post box, a new sample package
A Country magazine, and a bill yuck!
Tomorrow again anticipation

There is a fable our folks used to tell,
With a witch, a knight, a princess and a dragon as well,
in the end, the witch and the dragon were dead:
both fell in a water stream, their blood mixed with the weed,
the knight rode thru the summit with the princess
holding fast his chest, on the horse back, motionless.
No one hears when the story is over,
The book is closed; it has a brown leather cover,
And the children went to sleep,
But the silence is too intense and so hard to keep:
What did happen with them, before ever after,
When they rode to the sunset together?
The princess leaned and closed her dark eyes,
resting all journey, all three long days,
Even when the storm was strong:
She was safe and knew there could be no wrong,
She finally found a place both fair and just
Where she could rest with her heart filled with trust.
The knight did not need to say a single word,
He was silent even when thanked the Lord,
But as he heard her soft rhythmic breath
He also saw a glimpse of Heaven in this Earth:
With her sleeping embrace
He was rewarded with blessed grace.
And this happens outside the book,
Do not try to open and look,
The Knight and the princes are only inside
Their own wandering mind,
Unless another tale brings the witch and the dragon back
You will have to follow their remaining track.

Of 2000 years ago Beyond The Sun
There once was a Prophetic Son
With a Mother of Wisdom
The Matriach of Sublime
She shows the way in time
There's a locked cage in my heart
And it's tearing me apart
Sophia you hold The Key
Why don't you open if for me
Beyond The Sun
A Dove, a Flame (Beyond The Sun)
Regina Sapientia is Here (Beyond The Sun)
Beyond The Sun
A Dove, a Flame (Beyond The Sun)
Regina Sapientia is Here (Beyond The Sun)
There's a locked cage in my heart
And it's tearing me apart
Sophia you hold The Key
Why don't you open if for me
Beyond The Sun
A Dove, a Flame (Beyond The Sun)
Regina Sapientia is Here (Beyond The Sun)
Beyond The Sun
A Dove, a Flame (Beyond The Sun)
Regina Sapientia is Here (Beyond The Sun)

Journey To The Calm
People populated in the millions, then came billions
A collective sound pounds in the head relentlessly
The ruckus became too much
As lands filled up with every kind of thing
There, waiting for trumpets to awaken the transformation
To answer questions never posed
Sun turned up to circulate the news about the truth
Moon too gave way to rotate around this matter
That; empty space is inherently cold, void and without voice
From it, science and technology burst forth
Matter inevitably takes its course
Building on the forces of the past, a matter of creation
There came complexities to make us whole
Thousands of machines with noises whirring loud
Cogs and gears whipped into a frenzied speed
Turmoil followed developments departure
Gravity became the enemy, could not hold on, to either side
The Plenum filled in the emptiness, a cacophony of noise
All things from atoms to large particles delighted
To occupy the holes that once were empty
As more things arrive, with void subsiding, at rapid pace
Then, in a sudden change in growth
Objects and machines decreased in numbers in the realm
Declined, abated, subtracted on a dime
The noise was deafening as the emptiness set in
Then! Just as it had started, it all came to an end
The air turned still and solid from surrounding boundaries
To collectively gather back from where it came
Follow nature quietly into a silent grave
To fill in what was forgot and what was not
Every day new energy had evolved at a rapid pace
Filled in the empty parts of space
Trillions turned into billions, into hundreds, into tens and then no more
People went away as well
Not one person left upon a throne or chair
To stare out to the wonderment once there
Now the sound of meditation cannot be heard
Not one single syllable or word
Utter silence appears in great abundance
And with it more emptiness abounds… evolving into calm

Small Gifts Big Gifts
Fear burns souls, hate burns lives, turns them into smoke
Gold, silver, wealth, do nothing to extinguish these
Age and time take us by surprise
Strangers, like so many unknown, unseen, untouched flowers on a mountain side
Wither and die inside society, unseen, no sense of fragrances
All their beauty and their splendor gone in a mystery
Each person is like a snow flake, unique, no two alike
Love comes in a tiny box to put out fires of fear and hate
Given with compassion to a stranger can quench bad things
Life is much more than just a dream
But I dream of this
To line up thousands of tiny boxes filled with love
Wrap each one in gold, silver paper with a tiny bow on top
Pass them out for happiness and the common good
Empathy is stronger than you know
Big things come in small packages too
These boxes never empty
No money in the world can save a soul
Smiles come in small boxes for the forgotten
So many people deserving of a gift
Instead of cookies we would give out wondrous things
Tiny boxes, wrapped in gold, red and silver with a bow
Inside a key to their new auto or perhaps a check
Money is the best gift ever
Financial security is a girl or boys best friend
People close to wisdom already know
We should place the needy in new homes or mansions if they wished
A Learjet would be nice for me
With lessons for a pilot’s license to fly friends, family and strangers about
Germany for breakfast, France for lunch, than off to Egypt
Finding mummies together would be interesting
More strangers added to our gift list
More strangers means more fun to give
Small Gifts - Contributing to Other's Happiness- Poetry Contest

foggy skies
a gentle rain falls down from heaven
birds sing a lullaby and animals sleep in their dens
it is a balmy day in paradise
through the green-filled woods
and past the murky swamp
around the tall oak tree
and into the cool pool of water
mysteries lie beneath it's gently churning waves
things grow and live in underwater caves
a community it hosts
an internet of animals
along the salty coasts
join me on a stroll through my glorious isle
where jackals dance and sloths loll
walk with me through the forbidden shadows
sit with me under the canopy of tall trees
enjoy the beauty of this mysterious place
before you have to leave
already the sun calls you
you slowly open your eyes
and leave your paradise
instantly forgotten
as you look out at the morning skies

on cloud nine it seems
gravity pulls me back down
to the moon’s sunbeams
the magnitude forcing a frown
there’s a certain purpose for the trial
knowing somewhere down the line there’s a real trail
but even thinking of trying is a fail
a nervous wreck in the midst of space
oxygen flows, but it’s out of trace
hypnotic doubt overwhelms the soul
that sort of mechanical happiness is taking its toll
and the fumes of assumptions
consume me
like the brain is loading its function
rhymes a wreck down the railroad of chaos
high on sadness the eyes droop
some sort of animal-human cross
meshed in this never-ending lump of goop
philosophic gamma rays pierce the x-ray
visions pass—the eyes dull gray
disheartened generations gaze in a lightening phase
struck eternally in this world of a maze
fashion me on high
and I swear I will end up down below
where the moon-struck sun beats down and says goodbye
to the smile of our darkest foe

I’m lost in an unknown world where I am not a stranger
Citizen of love recognize and value by all
People adore my knowledge about my country
As several relationships has been fabricate and re-established
‘Master of love’ I was called
All these is claim until I met her
She is the perfection of beauty
Angel amidst humanity
Her skin tone complements my dark complexion
Her hair kiss ass
Her dove eyes laid in between her pointed noise harmonized with long face and
double dimple
Her breast flow the ocean of life in fulfillment of the holy book
She is supernaturally endowed below
Dream of living in her palace below and drink from milk of life above
I call her End of discussion
She is my desire yet confused of certainty
My heart fails not to confront with golden words
I’m scared of response
I’m not scared of No but Yes
Presently in the net of two relationship in the name of love
My golden word for her shall be never to cheat on her
Previous word contradict contemporary words for her
Confused heart, let go of previous love and regain my country?

Once Upon An Ocean
Once upon an ocean
Ubiquitous blue scratches the surface of the sea
Exposing white caps on the mirrored sky
Wind itches to begin and laps the salt
Orange sun gravitates away with waves on distances
Ships fold and roll, moving on mountains made of water
Sudden storms arise like magic above the rain
Wet to the touch, it cries on sails, laden down with sin
Washed over, slapped in the face by angry seas
Wooden beams baptized by the crash of endless waves
Lumber that stood once and lived as bold green trees in forests
Sky weighs the seagulls down
No parachutes for them
Oblivious to it all
Ubiquitous blue lies on the body of the ocean
Settles with the tides when lands roll in

Mistress of sea is she,
Draped in foam and sprays,
Clarity hues of blue.
Seaweed's emerald green eyes,
Gazing into the horizon's sunset,
Dreaming of loves sweet ambrosia.
White sails against the morning mist,
As dawns first rays, light up the sky,
Bursting with orange, melted by crimson
Reds adornment.
Black raven tresses, caressed by
Abandonment’s wind.
A restless spirit watches, from
Arrangements strategic vantage point,
From a far off.
Longing to join amongst mortal beings,
But she is an aquatic child, born to
Dwell in a realm, beneath the ocean
Fathoms depths.
A Titan's kindred spirit, never to
Set foot, or fin upon the earth of
Men.
A weeping siren, clinging to a
Dream illusion, of two
Silhouettes dancing in mystical
Harmony.
Falling in love with each
Foot steps movement,
As the music plays in melodies
Enchantment.
But she is the heart of the sea,
Beating in a sacred rhythm,
A captive prisoner, of her
Physical environment.
Yet within imagination kingdom,
She'll be held spell bound,
By a lover's secret desire.
To be embraced forever,
No longer a creature of water,
But a land princess, walking
The shores with her prince
Charming.
10-6-2013

The Little Miss:
kiss kiss your little miss
and she flies flies up into the skies
away away from troubles array
to love to love her angel prince above
to love to love Armando above
The Angel’s Reply to the Little Miss:
"there was a girl precious as gold
she was found by a prince and told
that life itself was getting bold
until he found her in the world
"and he kissed kissed his little miss
and they flew flew up into the blue
away away from troubles array...
"...to love and hold each other above"
Written by Elaine and Armando

Often times I dream of days gone past -
Although, I've not lived then -
Neither saddle or horse shoe cast:
Where was he when I first envisioned the outline of his long, hatted figure?
Atop a horse named, "Fourth of July" -
Montana perhaps or Wyoming is where he lingered...for a time.
Long since dormant, there remains only tattered
images of a dusty saddle horn, bent buckles, a frayed lasso hidden under
some felled and hollowed out oak, that still rustles with callused sounding
boots of cowboys retiring, still wet with the days cattle drive, sore and
worn out talks of how they could have been with the perfumed, bustled
women of their otherwise, ordinary youth.
5/7/2014

Escape the tort of our avarice world
Defy the ones who shift the blame
Deter the decadence forgetting shame
Freedom is on the top of the bare eyes
Beyond the consciousness of The Human Kind
Search harder and then you'll find
The Land of Sophia
Dwelling past are needs
Swirling around our bare minds
Our wants polluting out sight
the Land of Sophia is lost at night
Are the Lies held
worth it in time
Only embracing The Veil of Logic
The Truth is cast into shade
where all vices are soon to be made
For all of our dreams and dramaticies
The Destruction Star poisons seas
Far from This Galaxy
among the stars
I can see myself,
And The One I've became
Escape the tort of our avarice world
Defy the ones who shift the blame
Deter the decadence forgetting shame
Freedom is on the top of the bare eyes
Beyond the consciousness of The Human Kind
Search harder and then you'll find
The Land of Sophia
Dwelling past are needs
Swirling around our bare minds
Our wants polluting out sight
the Land of Sophia is lost at night
Caught in our lust,
of forgetting trust
I wonder can we break free
of bound forever in the clutches
of Lilith's Love
Eden's Heart
Who's desperate For Love
Who's desperate For Light
yet wallows in Blight
and chooses to wait--forevermore
The wait in Summer--An Eternity
Lilith's Love
Eden's Heart
Escape the tort of our avarice world
Defy the ones who shift the blame
Deter the decadence forgetting shame
Freedom is on the top of the bare eyes
Beyond the consciousness of The Human Kind
Search harder and then you'll find
The Land of Sophia
Dwelling past are needs
Swirling around our bare minds
Our wants polluting out sight
the Land of Sophia is lost at night
We don't chose what's right
I can't believe we are able to see this far
Crawling in Shadows
Never will breath find it's light
Escape the tort of our avarice world
Defy the ones who shift the blame
Deter the decadence forgetting shame
Freedom is on the top of the bare eyes
Beyond the consciousness of The Human Kind
Search harder and then you'll find
The Land of Sophia
Dwelling past are needs
Swirling around our bare minds
Our wants polluting out sight
the Land of Sophia is lost at night

Can you comprehend the surveillance?
Recognize the Cyclopean that is manipulation
Suffer as fingertips osculate the doll
Your existence in cadence with its animation
Answers painted upon the walls of elucidation
Yet enveloped within a sadistic façade
If only mortification was your apparatus
Feasible would be your liberation
To fracture your damnation of kismet
Your oblivious disposition maintains insurance
Of my authentic ipseity concealment
Penetration of veracity remains abeyant
You confine my chassis to a line
An unhindered, forward faced, entity
Blasphemy, impudence, and your curse
Liquescent, manumitted, and your marquis
Flashbacks of lifetimes past, occurred moments ago
Destiny of a soul, iota of my jest
Your obstinate and averse species
Enslaved to stigmas of my amusement
My merited eponyms you endow to others
Fate, karma, spirit, soul mate, life and death
All components, all puppets in my phenomenon
For I am the Master Puppeteer, I am Time

The wind blows clean
scouring in Sakkara, Necropolis of Memphis
gem of Upper Egypt.
The purity of sand and sky
maintained by late rising
in the twentieth century.
The titan walls reach from a sea of silica
crystalline grit of ground quartz
once drowned,
devoured by desert, now disgorged…
the mill of life having preserved
the germ of memory eternal.
Far from the light surge of
incandescent and florescent,
from the leavings of modern man
Sakkara rises again, for such as we to glory in…
Imhotep’s caress of stone, song of sand
Rises, as morning follows night,
Rises like bole of palm
stroking the cheek of Ra.

Story/poem
My husband and I were invited to go on a
camping trip. I being a city girl - it was a real
trip for me. It was quiet late at night, we were
on our camping site.
Everybody had gone to bed. I was not used to
the outdoors, so I was having trouble sleeping.
Suddenly there was a loud noise outside. I knew
there was trouble, even though I was inside.
I heard someone get out of his tent. He came
screaming. There's a bear, there's a bear. Please
come out and see. I said I'm not going. I'll stay
here until you kill that thing.
Soon everybody went outside, carring riffles and
everything they could find. The BEAR was going
through a rampage, destroying everything in it's
path. My husband had gone out with a gun in his
hand, but someone else took the first shot.
I was still inside not making a sound, when I heard
the shot. I said to myself it's time to come out. I
thought I would see the Bear dead, but to my shock
the Bear had left. He took all our food and ran away.
Someone said - did you see the size of that BEAR?
Another guy said yes - it was a Grizzly. At hearing that,
I think I fainted. Then I was glad I never saw it, but
no one will ever forget the night the Grizzly came...

11/02/2012
Written by Lucilla M. Carrillo
How is this for a made up story?
Someone ask me to write something
about a Grizzly - I did.

Modern Family
(A Christmas Story)
Little parasites wake up early
To tie me up in knots
They take my shoes that do not fit them
And my wallet too
Finished off my mini-bar and crashed the car
Emptied my bank account
Wished me Merry Christmas
I wish them my open fist when I get loose
They used my favorite twine to tie me up this time
Left the dishes in the sink to do them selves
The bums are having too much fun to do their chores
I cannot go to work with naked feet
How could they steal my shoes those little creeps
The one good bit of news is this
The credit cards have all expired
Being poor has some advantages
My parasites have names
Hooligans, wife and kids
My own personal crime syndicate
I call them friends and family

Trying to get myself flowing these days
But my mind has been frazzled lately,
Shooting in several other directions, stopping for no one or nothing
Still trying to figure out my life and my purpose
Star-recruited, my heart leans toward poetry
I feel free once it is all written down
The days become clearer, the thoughts accept one another
I am essentially out of my body
And pushing toward the core of the earth—the heat of the moment
Then, I travel on high to cool down,
Hoping I’ll feel a drop or two of comfort
I faced another day…nothing too eventful…nothing too life-changing.
But the metamorphosis is all around..
People are moving very fast and sometimes they do not see who’s behind them,
Or beside them, or right in front of them
I want to find a route underground,
Beneath the ever-changing life of reality
I want to enter the depths of the volcano, the very core,
Before I am spat out in anguish and rejection
I want not to want, but to become
I have no arms…no feet…
I slither into the cracks, and sometimes I see others here too
So many minds…so many differences….
The good and the bad,
Whatever the perspective,
Whatever the interpretation—it is all mixed into one substance
I am one particle within that substance.
..and then if I go any further, I lose myself…. Lose my purpose….

Within the the far off landscapes of a woven dream
where the mind crosses the void of rationality
into surreality
and the imagination flows
bends and winds like a mountain stream
that we sail and journey upon
through the curtain of the unconscious
to release our deepest hopes and desires
that transpire
drawn from the rich tapestry of life.
Peter Dome.copyright.2012.

In the beginning I started off as just another nobody from another nowhere trying make it to somewhere as a somebody as everyone else. In the beginning I was BORN TO LIVE TO DIE, but in the process I was BRED TO LEARN TO SURVIVE. I became a CONVICT OF CHRIST through PAINFUL PLEASURES of my many struggles and strife's. I was a SINFUL SAINT but more of a sinner, mainly a loser and never a winner. I was once considered one of the best, now days I'm just trying to be lower than the rest, unseen in plain sight , NOTHING MORE NOTHING LESS. I became lost in time through my many self-taught TRUE LIES of yet another LOST FIND growing up where few DREAMS LIVE , but many more DREAMS DIE. I soon got LOCKED UP but it was very educational because I LIVED IT and LEARNED FROM IT. I was given a choice to LIVE FREE OR DIE INCARCERATED, so I made that choice to be more loved than hated, so I became UNDER LOVE and OVER HATE, I learned to stop wanting and actually appreciate. Its been hard to change so I became a POET OF PAIN. That's when I learned the truth about those who think their dying for something but they might as well be living for nothing, because I learned that real truth comes from LIVING FOR SOMETHING because I ain't DYING FOR NOTHING. So now I am forever a W.O.L.F. once a warrior of lost freedom now trying to stay a warrior of LASTIN FREEDOM you know what I mean.

Android In Love
Recellularized Android 887-V landed directly from the void
On unexplored planet 59-G in sector 23 today
Electromagnetic shifting components and arrays deployed as planned
Without delay several probes were cast
Placed on display on the baron world
On the cold blue frozen rocks and oceans
The remote dim sun gave little hope for light
Like a small white dot laying down the last rays of life
Landing gray on the last known place in the galaxy
Android 887-V came back to being
Triggered by a crisp green pulsing electron beam
There to survey everything in sight
To walk the remote world with directives sharp and clear
In proper programmed cyborg style, ordered from beyond
Confidence in what it is designed to do
Methodical recordings, storing’s, gatherings of everything
Then it fell… and all that ended
A sharp object, something jagged, caught its metallic lowest edge
Causing a slip and tumble down the ice cliff
Shattering most of its components in the snow
Its brain switched off and on and sizzled
Right there it fell in love with something
More precisely, it was a blue green crater
Of perfect rim, dimension, size and depth
That caught its eye and observation
It found a proper spot to rest its injured head
Android 887-V came to work and to explore
But found much more
It landed in the crater, in love, a childlike toy
A play thing in the void
Feeling almost like a human being
That found its one and only thing
A true hold on reality
It simply wants to be alone
With his one true love, his crater
Formed, created here by nature
The final thing in the universe and from the void
An android needs, to fill in the holes in life
This hole in planet 59-G sector 23 is here
It is his everything

watched an eagle soar lands edge
wings extended winds as pledge
white breasted so tried and true
made me think of red white blue
reaching milestones from beyond
captured essence of this bond
Oh fly my feathered friend fly
This poetry form was invented by David J Shrewsbury. It’s called Seven By
Seven. It has seven syllables in each line, has seven lines, and the title is in last
line.

rest, black, velvet wings. . .
your flight was long and turbulent
your heart is raging in blue fires of hell
quench your spirit, oh lost one
and whiff the fragrance that I now offer
broken heaviness threatens to tear you
release it all and weep, sweet angel
you have watched for oh so long, dear one
it is time that you won
the world itself rages war over another
your cry is muffled in the sorrows and screams
of other atrocities and sinful endeavors
the pain screams to devour your purity
your vigilance has become as a dry sponge
absorbing all moist negativity
all tears of forlorn gravity and angst
don't fall fearing you lack humility
you are the very strongest of all
willing to face the trials they suffer
rest along the begloomed clouds
let your delicate chin sink into the cushions
I will keep watch as you rest, beautiful guardian
my eyes are blackened with the darkness of humanity
but they know all is not lost
we are among a dying earth
an earth with so much potential
still can be saved
do not fear you will see the end before a beginning is established!
do not fear darkness after the light!
prevailing still is the desire to stay alive
the power of will will be enough for sustainability
the power of self-sacrifice and self-awareness
will save the creation
seek the future at hand, beautiful guardian
rest in thought and body, knowing all will be okay
everything will be okay
and now, beautiful guardian,
it is time to rest

To fly with Jane
across the sky
and
glide amidst the sea
open the sheet of notebook paper, I see....
To fly with Jane
feel weightless in air
and
be suspended through thrashing wind
with the sheet of notebook paper, I bend....
To fly with Jane
at heights of total bliss
and
recall towns of old
with this part of notebook paper, I fold...
To fly with Jane
let away all worries
and
recycle these thoughts
with this small part of notebook paper, I tuck....
To fly with Jane
through times so troubled
and
release those peevish concerns
with that part of the notebook paper, I turn....
To fly with Jane
underneath valleys of green
and
travel past cray canyon dip
with the final part of the paper, I flip....
To see
to bend, to fold
to tuck, to turn
to flip-- to create
The only way to fly
is to make Jane's device
of the sky--as have I

Pilot me…
When I your vessel, get tossed about in the viral sea,
Pilot me,
When my course has strayed and my bearing unsure
Pilot me,
When the clouds have gathered and the waves come rushing in,
Pilot me,
When my fears overtake me and I cling to the wheel,
Pilot me,
When the sun is shining and pleasant shores abound,
Pilot me,
For as in the light, as well the darkness,
I will always and ever still need Thee,
To pilot me..

I’m sitting in a car,
watching people passing by,
and I’m thinking,
about everything.
How I make my own way,
through the cars, through the lights.
yellow, green or red,
I don’t care.
I live it simple,
simplest as I can,
boundaries,
what are they?
There’s no rule that applies to me,
nothing can stop me,
My spirit is free,
My soul is light,
everything that I do, is just,
sitting in a car.